Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[Nature is now my Soul!—no more, no more]
Nature is now my Soul!—no more, no more,Is't me or mine!—but her alone and hers!—
With her majestic life it moves and stirs,
With her great pulses thrills my heart's deep core;
My soul swells in her Mountains from the Earth's floor,
Sweeps in her waves!—Each prayer that it prefers
Soars on her sounding winds—nor wandering errs
Nature to love,—her King is to adore!
And Thee to worship still is to become,
In all thy World of Worlds a Life and Soul—
Where burn thy stars our high thoughts have a home—
Where burn thy Stars—thy suns of glory roll!—
Our Spirits spurn this dust of mortal Doom,
When Thine they trace, through Nature's wondrous whole!
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