O GOD'S archangel, tarriest thou so late? Now would we hear the dreamy winnowing, Now see the dreamy silver of thy wing. Hark while we pray, life's bondsmen passionate. —Yon soul with tears and travail satiate, Softly redeem from long long suffering. Fierce as this intercession that we bring His bitter need; and, as thy beauty, great. O thou who gatherest to thy yearning breast Young spirits newly wedded with delight, Lest their bright bridal-blossom spoil and fail,— @3Must@1 pity one so prostrate and so pale With utter pain,—must snatch him to his right,— Exquisite silences, forgotten rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHPEHERD'S HOUR by PAUL VERLAINE THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A STRANGE MEETING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE WHITE KNIGHT'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 71 by OMAR KHAYYAM |