Silver-footed dawn. Treading the still air; The sun-censer's golden fume Tinting the turquoise dome. Descends to the greened floor of this cathedral of nature. The shy wood-goddess. Vainly clinging to her vanishing raiment of mist, With bowed head weeps tears of dew, That overfill the flower-hearts, Weeping joyfully, this hour. Night's sorrow, day's joy; Bird-votary's hymn of love; The fading silence and morning star; Man-child s awakening laughter . . ; What mirage, this, in the desert of my heart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN TALL GRASS by CARL SANDBURG BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL |