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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XV
ONENESS OF ALL.
(PEBBLES IN THE STREAM.)
upon this rustic bridge on this warm day
We rest from our too-thoughtful devious walk;
Over our shadows its melodious talk
The stream continues, while oft-times a stray
Dry leaf drops down where these bright waters play
In endless eddies, through whose clear brown deep
The gorgeous pebbles quiver in their sleep;
The stream still flows, but cannot flow away.
We rest from our too-thoughtful devious walk;
Over our shadows its melodious talk
The stream continues, while oft-times a stray
Dry leaf drops down where these bright waters play
In endless eddies, through whose clear brown deep
The gorgeous pebbles quiver in their sleep;
The stream still flows, but cannot flow away.
Could I but find the words that would reveal
The unity in multiplicity,
And the profound strange harmony I feel
With these dead things, God's garments of to-day;
The listener's soul with mine they would anneal,
And make us one within eternity.
The unity in multiplicity,
And the profound strange harmony I feel
With these dead things, God's garments of to-day;
The listener's soul with mine they would anneal,
And make us one within eternity.
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