Classic Poem

Gentle angel with your mantle,
All of tender green,
I was yearning for a vision
Of the life unseen.

When you hovered in the sunset,
Just as rain was done;
Where the dropping from the poplars
Seemed like rain begun.

T HERE you gathered forming slowly,
Rounding into view:
All your vesture glowed like verdure
When the sap is new.

T HEN you mutely gave your warning
And I felt the stress
Of its passion and its presage
And its utterness.

T HERE you swayed one tranquil moment,
Mystically fair,
Then you were not of the sunset,
Were not in the air.