In the somnambulant dawn, in which your face Revealed a lesser darkness, like the bloom Of snow on some inviolate high peak, You were as a mountain moving. Through the cooled Lineaments of stone -- whose tossing dust The ultimate fingers of the light Shall stroke to quietude -- from the lucent Root, precipitate in endless fire, A threading filament of flame evoked The flame descendant ... and there swayed In shining confluence, till the dark hill Lifted, straining at its base, and all The muted morning trembled to a song, Revengeful silence masks, but cannot quell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VICTOR RAFOLSKI ON ART by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOU SAY YOU SAID by MARIANNE MOORE TONE PICTURE (MALIPIERO: IMPRESSONI DAL VERO) by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER OWEN SEAMAN; ESTABLISHES ENTENE CORDIALE IN MANNER GUY WETMORE CARRYL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |