The moonbeams, like intangible flowers; The air, the trembling drapery of the priest; The murmur of the river, a soft chant ... All are there at the feet of Night, The white Buddha on the shore of Sleep, Brooding over a new Nirvanic peace. The silence of enlightenment, a new ecstasy, Calls our souls like bees To suck honey from the lotus of Eternity. A perfection this, of silence, of peace and light; Night, the only Buddha that attains to it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER A NEW HYMN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE |