AS one who in the hush of twilight hears The pausing pulse of Nature, when the Light Commingles in the dim mysterious rite Of Darkness with the mutual pledge of tears, Till soft, anon, one timorous star appears, Pale-budding as the earliest blossom white That comes in Winter's livery bedight, To hide the gifts of genial Spring she bears, -- So, unto me -- what time the mysteries Of consciousness and slumber weave a dream And pause above it with abated breath, Like intervals in music -- lights arise, Beyond prophetic Nature's farthest gleam, That teach me half the mystery of Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER THE LIVING DEAD by RALPH CHAPLIN WITH FLOWERS by EMILY DICKINSON THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI ON THE DEATH OF MRS. MARTINEAU by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |