THE MESSAGE THE North wind came and to the Maples said, "My soul takes pity on the Butterfly; So do you, shrouded in her gold and red, O Maples, warn her that she too must die." LARGESS Up to his mosque, lo, Time the Sultan passed Between the beggar Months around the gate, And in October's lap superbly cast His golden largess and went in elate. THE SILVER-BIRCH I heard throughout the woods' seraglio The Sultan Autumn's widows tell their woe; And saw the Frost-King enter in his pride And choose the Silver-Birch alone for bride. ON JAPANESE PAPER The while afar some ancient crows intone Their incantations 'mid the marshes blight, A spectre moon steals up the void alone With but one star to prove that it is night. THE ANGEL AT THE TOMB Within his eyes the glory lingering clear Dims all his vesture's snowy glistening; Voice of the lily cry, "He is not here But risen!" and let the rose-mouths lisp of Spring! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 7 by JAMES JOYCE VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN |