Mundi et Cordis | ||
4.
As heaven upon the deep descendeth,God—or whate'er that spirit's name
Whose torch lit up the undying flame
That lampeth in the eyes of space—
Falls on the mind:
As light and wind
Blend on the many-colour'd ocean's face,
So with our common thought that spirit blendeth:
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With every billow's birth,
The mind with all its strife
Shatters the nerves of life!
Mundi et Cordis | ||