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. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.