WHAT time the countless arrow-heads of light Keen twinkled on the bended heavens, back-drawn With deadly aim, at signal of the Dawn, To slay the slumbering, dusky warrior, Night; I dreamed a dream: And, lo! three spirits, white As mist that gathers when the rain is gone, Came walking o'er the waters, whereupon The very waves seemed quivering with affright I woke and heard, while yet the vision stayed, A prophecy: "Behold the coming race Before whose feet the forest kings shall fall Prostrate; and ye, like twilight shadows tall That wither at the sun's uplifted face, Shall pass in silence to a deeper shade." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ROMNEY MARSH by JOHN DAVIDSON MY FRIEND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TO CHILDREN: 3. THE GOLDEN DAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET RENUNCIATION by MATHILDE BLIND MAUDLIN'S SONG: 2 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE REGULAR STORY by BERTON BRALEY |