The Apparition

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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.

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

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

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

© Duncan Campbell Scott