Unto the fane of silence come, Love-led from alien lands, Pale pilgrim prayers with upward glance And falling tears and lifted hands, And lips with stanched emotion dumb, To ask for utterance. There, shadow-like, with folded wings, In reverence apart, They wait till lingering time hath brought, In words or music to the heart, What spring to wintry nature brings -- Release for prisoned thought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOLUNTEER by HERBERT HENRY ASQUITH SLUG IN WOODS by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BIRD OF PARADISE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR JONAH'S SONG, FR. MOBY DICK by HERMAN MELVILLE THE INCURABLE; A SONG by PHILIP AYRES A LAMENT FOR PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |