The New Day: Sonnets By Thomas Gordon Hake: With a Portrait of the Author by Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Edited, with a Preface, by W. Earl Hodgson |
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XVIII.
[The world o'er-domed with light is Nature's shrine]
The world o'er-domed with light is Nature's shrine,Her love for us is ever imminent:
She draws us near her by her writ divine—
Her service is of peace and pure content.
We feel her when the blue of trembling skies
With eddying ray towards earth's soft colours streams,
We feel her when they meet our conscious eyes,
Transmuting into soul the outer beams.
She is our ever-present minister;
No solace have we when from her we turn:
Love's gentle tide but ebbs and flows toward her;
Of her the beauty of our lives we learn.
But doth she know herself whence she arose?—
The soul of souls from whom all beauty flows!
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