I saw the Goddess of the Evening pause <br />Between two mountain pillars. Tall as they <br />Appeared her stature, and her outstretched hands <br />Laid on those luminous cold summits, hung <br />Touching, and lingered. Earth was at her feet. <br />Her head inclined: then the slow weight of hair, <br />In distant hue like a waved pine--forest <br />Upon a mountain, down one shoulder fell. <br />She gazed, and there were stars within her eyes; <br />Not like those lights in heaven which know not what <br />They shine upon; but like far human hopes, <br />That rise beyond the end of thwarting day <br />In deep hearts, wronged with waste and toil, they rose; <br />And while beneath her from the darkening world <br />A vapour and a murmur silently <br />Floated, there came into those gazing eyes, <br />What should have been, were she a mortal, tears.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-picture-seen-in-a-dream/
