AN Angel was flying through night's deep blue, And softly he sang as he flew. Noon, stars and clouds in a wondering throng Listened rapt by that heavenly song. He sang of the blest, who live without stain In God's garden, a shining train. He hymned the Lord's might, and his voice rang clear, For he sang without guile or fear. He bore in his arms a young soul to its birth On the dark and sinful earth, And the Angel's song remained in the soul Without words yet unblemished and whole. Long after on earth when the soul would tire, It felt a strange, aching desire For the music of heaven which it sought for in vain In earth's songs of sorrow and pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD: PASTORAL 3. THE HAPPY COUNTRYMAN by NICHOLAS BRETON ABYSS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER NOVEMBER MORNING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |