Ghosts of dead rainbows dancing through the sky, All heaven quivering to their noiseless feet, Hand held in hand in eager circles fleet, Sharp phalanxes that pierce, and darts that fly, And ranks that shiver up to where on high Spirits of light and ghosts of color meet In a trembling phantom heart, whose pulses beat With pallid beauty, palpitate, and die. Sun of my soul, great Lord of life and light, Thy noonday splendor sends me to my task And turns my earth-besotted eyes from Thee; But here, in this mysterious dream of night, Behind a wavering, dim, and spectral mask, Worshipful Father, Thy great Self I see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN ODE, PARAPHRASED: THE CUP by ANACREON ON FIRST ENTERING WESTMINSTER ABBEY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY JINNY THE JUST by MATTHEW PRIOR |