There breaks upon my sight A low, magnificent light Green as the core that in a green fire burns; Each leaf is a green lamp, glowing, Swung to illumine my going Down the moist colonnades of mouldering ferns. Here is a spirit deep, Stirring in lonely sleep, The windswept hills have heard my nameless fear; Till by great love oppressed I stilled my heart's unrest, And spoke my love, and speech has brought its tear. There is a spirit bound Within this holy ground; A chrysalis cares not what freedom brings, But, without love or sight Breaks its way into light Not knowing it will some day move with wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR |