. . . I am He, The Veiled Avenger. I am clothed with shadow The silence and the shadow of your soul Where it has withered slowly from the light. The Veiled Avenger speaks. He knows him not. I hear a honey voice that murmureth peace, Peace and oblivion. O ye secret doves That feed the mind with sweet and perilous breaths And murmur ever among gossamer dreams, Bring me the tidings out of the hidden place Wherein your wings wake fire. Come once again, wild doves Of Beauty and Desire and the Twin Flame! Wild doves, wild doves, bear unto me the flame That rises moonwhite amid scarlet fire . . . (@3A lapwing wails.@1) O melancholy bird, Dalua's messenger! I am too weary now for further thought. @3The Veiled Avenger@1 Pillows of sleepless sorrow . . . . Bow your head. To-night I shall build up for you a place Where sleep shall not be silent and where dreams Shall whisper, and a little infinite voice Shall wail as a wailing plover in your ears. Then you shall know that shaken voice, and wake, Crying your own name. @3The Man@1 Again, the wheeling cry Where in the dusk the lapwing slips and falls From ledge to ledge of darkness. @3Unseen Chorus@1 He knoweth not His own bitter infinite cry we hear him cry! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PATCH OF OLD SNOW by ROBERT FROST TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS THE SOUND OF THE SEA; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW INDIFFERENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY LEE TO THE REAR [MAY 12, 1864] by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MARVELOUS MUNCHAUSEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |