A rose-set cloud had kiss'd her cheek, The gold-set sun had kiss'd her head; Her wings were stroked by the pale twilight, The mart below was silenced. It chanced thereby an angel sped, Belated in the coming night, Who marvel'd at her forehead white, And marvel'd at her lips rose-red, And long'd to cherish her golden, head, And look'd, and long'd, and lingered. And, thirsting at so tasty sight, Came nigh and touch'd her bosom-bed -- And shriek'd and started with affright, And upward, upward, sped and sped, For the carven angel was cold as the dead. And the bar of heaven closes at night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FINE DAY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |