AT the hushed brink of twilight, -- when, as though Some solemn journeying phantom paused to lay An ominous finger on the awestruck day, Earth holds her breath till that great presence go, -- A moment comes of visionary glow, Pendulous 'twixt the gold hour and the grey, Lovelier than these, more eloquent than they Of memory, foresight, and life's ebb and flow. So have I known, in some fair woman's face, While viewless yet was Time's more gross imprint, The first, faint, hesitant, elusive hint Of that invasion of the vandal years Seem deeper beauty than youth's cloudless grace, Wake subtler dreams, and touch me nigh to tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE TAVERN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FREDERICK DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR INDEPENDENCE DAY by ROYALL TYLER THE STRANGER'S ALMS by HENRY ABBEY THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |