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...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. KESSLER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |