Classic Poem

Unto the fane of Silence come,
Love-led from alien lands,
Pale pilgrim Prayers with upward glance
And falling tears, and lifted hands,
And lips with stanched emotion dumb,
To ask for utterance.

There, shadow-like, with folded wings,
In reverence apart,
They wait till lingering Time hath brought,
In words or music to the heart,
What Spring to wintry Nature brings, —
Release for prisoned Thought.