Gentle angel with your mantle, <br />All of tender green, <br />I was yearning for a vision <br />Of the life unseen. <br /> <br />When you hovered in the sunset, <br />Just as rain was done; <br />Where the dropping from the poplars <br />Seemed like rain begun. <br /> <br />There you gathered forming slowly <br />Rounding into view: <br />All your vesture glowed like verdure <br />When the sap is new. <br /> <br />Then you mutely gave your warning <br />And I felt the stress <br />Of its passion and its presage <br />And its utterness. <br /> <br />There you swayed one tranquil moment, <br />Mystically fair, <br />Then you were not of the sunset, <br />Were not in the air.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-apparition/
