[Gutenberg 10750] • The Miracle, and Other Poems

Excerpt from The Miracle: And Other Poems

Full many went that weary way at noon, Or rested by the trees, Romans and slaves, Gentiles and bearded priests, Sinners and Pharisees.

But when the pink Clouds drifted far and high, Like rose leaves blowing past, When in the west where one star blessed the Sky The gates of day shut fast.

All travellers journeyed home, and the moon light Washed the road fresh and sweet, Until it seemed a gleaming ivory path, Waiting for royal feet.