Lift your heart in flooding silence; hours nod in shadow, evening-eyed. Lift your faces toward the lighted sky. Stars, not hearts, are throbbing in our breasts. Through the gates of evening we are guided home on bright feet under a golden dome, the world wanders, drunk with ecstasy. We are treading on the path of stars, from the god-ploughed sod a tree springs toward the light: through the leafage gleam a thousand fruits. We dream as coral dream in a slow sea. We wait as a deer waits to meet the moon at night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDITATION ON A JUNE EVENING by CONRAD AIKEN THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |