Poems By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema |
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SPIRITUAL LONGINGS UNANSWERED.
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SPIRITUAL LONGINGS UNANSWERED.
Self-centred, self-illumined, from our eyes
Life shines out on the spheres of other lives;
Giving, exchanging, filling sweet-celled hives
Of memory; sense transformed in heavenly wise
And made divine; do we not formalise
The Beautiful, the Good, the Just? and so
The flower-crowned loves and friendships round us grow,
Whose choral voices echo to the skies.
Life shines out on the spheres of other lives;
Giving, exchanging, filling sweet-celled hives
Of memory; sense transformed in heavenly wise
And made divine; do we not formalise
The Beautiful, the Good, the Just? and so
The flower-crowned loves and friendships round us grow,
Whose choral voices echo to the skies.
But still the questing beast goes forth, we cry
Whence came we at the first? from what soil grew
This endless Reason that aspires so high?
Where go we? useless questions these appear,
For we know nought of that dark sun, the True,
Whose latent heats create our spiritual year.
Whence came we at the first? from what soil grew
This endless Reason that aspires so high?
Where go we? useless questions these appear,
For we know nought of that dark sun, the True,
Whose latent heats create our spiritual year.
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