Voice on the Wind, and Other Poems

<h2><SPAN name="THE_DEAD_DAY" id="THE_DEAD_DAY"></SPAN>THE DEAD DAY</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The West builds high a sepulchre<br/></span> <span class="i1">Of cloudy granite and of gold.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where twilight's priestly hours inter<br/></span> <span class="i1">The day like some great king of old,<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">A censer, rimmed with silver fire,<br/></span> <span class="i1">The new moon swings above his tomb;<br/></span> <span class="i0">While, organ-stops of God's own choir,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Star after star throbs in the gloom.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And night draws near, the sadly sweet&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i1">A nun whose face is calm and fair&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And kneeling at the dead day's feet<br/></span> <span class="i1">Her soul goes up in silent prayer.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In prayer, we feel through dewy gleam<br/></span> <span class="i1">And flowery fragrance, and&mdash;above<br/></span> <span class="i0">All Earth&mdash;the ecstasy and dream<br/></span> <span class="i1">That haunt the mystic heart of love.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</SPAN></span></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />