Blackness behind, Breast flashing white, Borne on the wind, Winged into flight. Turn you your gaze: Night is withdrawn: Lo, he displays Glorious dawn. Shem's sons and Ham's, Vainly reviled, Peaceful as lambs Stand reconciled. All eyes are rapt In him to see Beauty's most apt Epitome. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL |