Katharine Lee Bates
Katharine Lee Bates
(1859-1929 / United States)
Poems by Katharine Lee Bates : 35 / 101
Mist - Poem by Katharine Lee Bates
ON the mountain side they fashion,
Those rifting shreds of storm,
A figure of strange passion,
A winged and sworded form.
Majestic, wild, colossal,
With angry arm thrown high;
Those swaying shoulders jostle
The glory from the sky.
Then flows the happy hour.
That tyrant of the mist
Turns to a wavering tower
And melts in amethyst,
Foretelling thus the cycle
— O speed it, Holy Dove!—
When the Archangel Michael
Shall vanish into Love.
Poems by Katharine Lee Bates : 35 / 101
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010
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