 | Poems by James Rhoades |  |
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TO HESPERUS.
Silent and beautiful and far!O thou that in thy rise and setting
Dost shower down thoughts of peace, pale even-star,
Whereof is no forgetting,
'Tis thou that, in the midst of all our fretting,
With that divine, dispassionate ken
Art gazing betwixt God and men,
To mind us whose we are:
Yea, howsoever fast thyself abiding,
Yea, distant howsoe'er,
We sometimes catch the motion softly-sliding
Of angel-wings through air—
Of wings from thee descending
With fair and happy message,
With bright and holy presage
That unto all these things there is an ending,
And unto as a home—we know not where.
| Poems by James Rhoades | |