Sirius was rising in the east; The moon was pallid, but not faint As if she heard the voice of God, ; Unharmed with naked feet she trod Upon the hot and burning stars, As on the glowing coals and bars That were to prove her strength, and try Her holiness and her purity. Thus moving on, with silent pace, Aghast he stood in strange alarm! His mighty club no longer beat He sought the blacksmith at his forge, Then, through the silence overhead, The trumpet of the angel cast And on from sphere to sphere the words The reign of violence is o'er!" THE BRIDGE. I STOOD on the bridge at midnight, Behind the church-tower. I saw her bright reflection And far in the hazy distance Among the long, black rafters And the current that came from the ocean As, sweeping and eddying through them, And, streaming into the moonlight, And like those waters rushing A flood of thoughts came o'er me |