Like priests the shadows to and fro In flowing raiment come and go; The wild flowers bend in worship there, And close their lovely eyes in prayer. The silver mist like incense lifts, And through the silence slowly drifts; Then through the woods from feathered throats A hymn of praise to Heaven floats. There day by day, a happy throng, The birds and flowers with prayer and song Unite in worship, and above With song and sweetness lift their love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND |