THERE is a glory in the apple boughs
Of silver moonlight; like a torch of myrrh,
Burning upon an altar of sweet vows,
Dropped from the hand of some wan worshipper:
And there is life among the apple blooms
Of whisp'ring winds; as if a god addressed
The flamen from the sanctuary glooms
With secrets of the bourne that hope hath guessed,
Saying: 'Behold! a darkness which illumes,
A waking which is rest.'
There is a blackness in the apple trees
Of tempest; like the ashes of an urn
Hurt hands have gathered upon blistered knees,
With salt of tears, out of the flames that burn:
And there is death among the blooms, that fill
The night with breathless scent,-as when, above
The priest, the vision of his faith doth will
Forth from his soul the beautiful form thereof,-
Saying: 'Behold! a silence never still;
The other form of love.'
Sibylline
Madison Julius Cawein
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Poem topics: beautiful, death, faith, god, hope, life, never, night, silence, silver, soul, sweet, vision, moonlight, love, I love you, apple, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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