THE evening's angel passes where flowers glow . . . Our Lady of Dreams now chants her solemn hymn; The sky wherein the hues of day dislimn Prolongs their faintness into subtle woe. The evening's angel passes the hearts arow . . . The impassioned air sways the girls warm and slim; And on the flowers and on the virgins dim Falls lovely pallor gradual as snow. The garden's roses have a weary grace, The soul of Schumann wandering through space With an immedicable pain is crying. . . . Somewhere, afar, a gentle child is dying . . . Place in the book of hours, my soul, a sign, An angel gathers this sad dream of thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |