BROKEN are the tablets And broken is the pen; Christ is in the wilderness, He will not come again. Moon across the court-yard Rises bright, Lichen on the paving-stones, Cold blue night. There where the king sat Stares the empty throne, Howls a far dog drearily ... Still and white and lone Waits the naked courtyard. Slowly dreams arise, People the courtyard With watching eyes. Till the shadows lengthen, And in silver shoon Slips to earth reluctantly The huntress moon. The White stone saddens And grey shadows fall, Like monstrous spiders' webs, From wall to wall. But a dim shouting Thuds far away, Heralds the progress Of great Lord Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |