IN the shadowy aisle she kneeling While the organ soft is pealing, And the notes come faintly stealing Through the heavy-scented air. From the windows manifold, Blazoned there in blue and gold, Heroes, martyrs, saints of old Watch the maiden at her prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER BIRDS by ROBERT FROST YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |