IBID.
[Look forth no more where bindweeds creep]
Those who have gone before us are so much the nearer
to the Union.
To Other Ends
Look forth no more where bindweeds creep
About thy lattice bars,
And move no more where waters sweep
Entranced by musing stars!
Thy peace be full, thy rest be deep,
New light enrich thine eyes;
While night is dark on ours who weep,
Sweet Life, fill other skies:
That which God join'd to make thy wonder,
For Heaven's gain, thus He puts asunder.
The great secrets of all are not spoken, but signified.
