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THE WHITE THOUGHT.
In Mente Dei.
Hid in the mind of God beautiful there it lay,
Pure as a world untrod, shy as an opening day;
Virginal, the White Thought brooded on joys to be,
Ravishment yet unwrought, mightiness of the sea;
All in Divinity draped breathing of earth and sky,
Infinite and unshaped dream of Eternity.
Pure as a world untrod, shy as an opening day;
Virginal, the White Thought brooded on joys to be,
Ravishment yet unwrought, mightiness of the sea;
All in Divinity draped breathing of earth and sky,
Infinite and unshaped dream of Eternity.
Moved in the mind of God, wonderful as the beams
Spilled on a moonlit sod, splashed upon mountain streams;
Thought as refined as gold, big with most blessèd things,
Seeking the meetest mould where to expand its wings;
Yearning for outward form somewhere at last in Time,
Stronger than winter storm, soft as a silver chime.
Spilled on a moonlit sod, splashed upon mountain streams;
Thought as refined as gold, big with most blessèd things,
Seeking the meetest mould where to expand its wings;
Yearning for outward form somewhere at last in Time,
Stronger than winter storm, soft as a silver chime.
Fed in the mind of God, craving a holy vent
Whence it might make the clod glow as the firmament;
Thought that would roll the earth drooping with shame and lack,
Out of its dusky dearth into a broader track;
Sweet as the heart of a child, dim as love's refuges,
Splen did as undefil'd soul of the silences.
Whence it might make the clod glow as the firmament;
Thought that would roll the earth drooping with shame and lack,
Out of its dusky dearth into a broader track;
Sweet as the heart of a child, dim as love's refuges,
Splen did as undefil'd soul of the silences.
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