DUSK wraps the village in its dim caress; Each chimney's vapour, like a thin grey rod, Mounting aloft through miles of quietness, Pillars the skies of God. Far up they break or seem to break their line, Mingling their nebulous crests that bow and nod Under the light of those fierce stars that shine Out of the calm of God. Only in clouds and dreams I felt those souls In the abyss, each fire hid in its clod; From which in clouds and dreams the spirit rolls Into the vast of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROYAL CROWN by ISRAEL ABRAHAMS THE BUSTS OF GOETHE AND SCHILLER IN WALHALLA by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 111 by BLISS CARMAN MISCELLANIES: PROLOGUE by ABRAHAM COWLEY SOLWAY SANDS by ELIZABETH CRAIGMYLE DIVINA COMMEDIA: PURGATORIO: CANTO 28: MATILDA GATHERING FLOWERS by DANTE ALIGHIERI |