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...MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE |