Sometimes by angels of the mind The absolving words are said, Sometimes the heart is touched with mercy in a dream. Lost innocent flower faces smiling Into childhood's tear-wet eyes Bless with divine forgiveness from the grass. Birds sing their phrases from green places, Pure voice that self-imprisoned lovers hear Clear above the clamorous mourning of desire. The deafening thunder of the passionate tide In the dark heart that rages against its shore Batters the senses with the absolution Of the blood-beat of life's continuance. Chairs, withering flowers, mirror and clock and hearth, Mute things of home that anger has assailed Outraged and sorrowful proffer their silent pardon. Flower of the violated grass, voice of the lost grove, Unheard, unheeded eloquence of wronged things, Thunder that rends the self-accusing soul, Voice of those bleeding silent wounds ourselves have given Sole divine judgment on the murderous heart, Forgiveness, too terrible to be born! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 12. TO SIR FRANCIS HENRY DRAKE, BARONET by MARK AKENSIDE ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES SONG BY AN OLD SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BLAKE MELANCHOLY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES PROLOGUE FOR MRS. SUTHERLAND'S BENEFIT NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS |