The fasts are done; the Aves said;
The moon has filled her horn
And in the solemn night I watch
Before the Easter morn.
So pure, so still the starry heaven,
So hushed the brooding air,
I could hear the sweep of an angel's wings
If one should earthward fare.
- Edna Dean Proctor (mid-1800’s –1923)
The sweep of an angel’s wings...
Do you believe in angels?
