When the music stopped and the sound was gone;
When the lilting rhythm had died away;
Did the light of a candle break the dark?
Did the beautiful dancer stop her play?
A silence just echoed across the room,
In a manner that seemed induced to say:
“I’ve departed here for a better stage.
I never intend to return this way.”
Emphasizing the fact that the girl was gone,
The glow of the candle soon guttered out.
A chill chased the darkness across the room,
And the cold air soon crystallized my doubt.
Often the showers of summer will fall,
Often the raindrops will dampen the earth,
And always the raindrops evaporate,
And angels return to their place of birth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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It is a symbolistic poem, very well written.Do you think that The Lord refuges among the angels when He cries because of people? ...Lovely to read.10++++++++++