Faint through the twilight hazes Shimmers one palpitant star; Faint through the woodland mazes The Angelus sounds afar. Only the brook's murmur golden Falls on the wanderer's ear; Voices of memories olden The soul holds breath to hear. Voices of joy and sorrow Vanished and far away As the dawn of the sun-bathed morrow Seems from this dying day, When faint through the twilight hazes Shimmers eve's palpitant star; And faint through the woodland mazes The Angelus dies afar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |