Let us put by some hour of every day For holy things!whether it be when dawn Peers through the window pane, or when the noon Flames, like a burnished topaz, in the vault, Or when the thrush pours in the ear of eve Its plaintive monody; some little hour Wherein to hold rapt converse with the soul, From sordidness and self a sanctuary,Swept by the winnowing of unseen wings, And touched by the White Light Ineffable! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BINSEY POPLARS (FELLED 1879) by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE TELLTALE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN LET NO BIRD SING by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT A SONG OF WORK by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE |