The lyric of the timid thrush That fills the star-gemmed arc A hymn is, after which the hush Of dusk, and then the dark. The fragrant garden blossoms bright, That waver to and fro, Are censers from which, through the night, The winds sweet incense blow. The moon, the sister of the sun, Who lifts a face so pale In worship, is a patient nun, Half hidden in her veil. And I -- a wanderer am I, Who, turning from my way, Have entered in this Temple by The bright door of the day. Alone and free of every care, I linger here, and long May lips move in sweet words of prayer After the evening song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: MAY MORNING by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNDER THE CEDARCROFT CHESTNUT by SIDNEY LANIER |