SHE leads me on through storm and calm, My glorious Angel girt with light; By dazzling isles of tropic balm, By coasts of ice in northern night. Now far amid the mountain shades Her footprints gleam like golden fire, And now adown the leafy glades I chase the music of her lyre. And now amid the tangled pines That darkly robe the gorgeous steep She beckons where in woven lines The sunbeams through the darkness creep, And shows in glimpses far below The champaign stretching leagues away, Fair cities veil'd in summer's glow Or sparkling in the cloudless ray. At times on seas with tempest loud, The pilot of my bark, she stands, And, through the rifts of driving cloud, To tranquil bays of bounteous lands, The grassy creek, the bowery shore, The fringe of many a charmed realm, She steers me safe by magic lore, Her white arm leaning on the helm. When, sick at heart and worn, mine eyes I bend to earth in long despair, She lifts her finger to the skies, The violet deeps of lucid air, The myriad myriad orbs that roll In endless throngs in living space, And all the vision of her soul Is mirror'd in her radiant face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REMEMBERED WOMEN by CARL SANDBURG CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE PLAYERS ASK FOR A BLESSING ON THE PSALTERIES AND ON THEMSELVES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |