Angels and Women (1924)

GREATER CHANGE 173
---again it swells upon the breeze. Is it ris-
ing wind, moaning among the palms? No!
No! Voices celestial float earthward from
the vanishing cloud--words are formed; they
weave a requiem--the warp is music, the
woof a sigh.
SONG OF THE ANGELS
Mourn--for the Star of Day
Dieth at dawn;
Weep--for the Moon’s soft ray
Paleth ere morn.
No rosy blush may rise,
No perfume-breathed sighs;
The burning kiss,
The dream of bliss
To anguish turn.
Behold--the mists of death
Now darken heaven;
Listen--the roarng waves
Are ! madly driven
And shrieks of wild despair
Convulse the shivering air;
Life’s flame expires;
The natal fires
No !
longer burn