The Vision Of The Archangels
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with quiet even steps, and great wings furled, A little dingy coffin; where a child must lie, It was so tiny. (Yet, you had fancied, God could never Have bidden a child turn from the spring and the sunlight, And shut him in that lonely shell, to drop for ever Into the emptiness and silence, into the night. . . .) They then from the sheer summit cast, and watched it fall, Through unknown glooms, that frail black coffin, and therein God's little pitiful Body lying, worn and thin, And curled up like some crumpled, lonely flower-petal, Till it was no more visible; then turned again With sorrowful quiet faces downward to the plain.
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"Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Rupert Brooke delivers a powerful performance in "The Vision Of The Archangels"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...