 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
PRECIOUS COMFORT.
“Hast thou no comfort in thy nights and days,
Thou weary wanderer upon the earth,
Traveller by dark and unfrequented ways?
Circuitous thy road was from thy birth,—
Oh, does there lie, perchance, within thy breast
Some little hidden, secret spring of rest?”
Thou weary wanderer upon the earth,
Traveller by dark and unfrequented ways?
Circuitous thy road was from thy birth,—
Oh, does there lie, perchance, within thy breast
Some little hidden, secret spring of rest?”
“My life is not all comfortless,” I said,
“For when the winds are wildest on my track,
Hunting through forests, where the leaves lie dead,
Above the yell of that insatiate pack
I hear a sound more sweet than bird-notes are,
More solemn than the sea's voice heard from far.
“For when the winds are wildest on my track,
Hunting through forests, where the leaves lie dead,
Above the yell of that insatiate pack
I hear a sound more sweet than bird-notes are,
More solemn than the sea's voice heard from far.
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“On moonlit nights in June, when winds are low,
And yet sonorously upon the beach
The level waves come in with tidal flow,
And every cave is brimmed with the sea's speech,
Love's very voice it is that calls to me,
And says: ‘I am become a part of thee.’
And yet sonorously upon the beach
The level waves come in with tidal flow,
And every cave is brimmed with the sea's speech,
Love's very voice it is that calls to me,
And says: ‘I am become a part of thee.’
“Then there arises in my soul a ray
By which my darkened life transfigured seems,
And I remember how, upon one day,
Perfect beyond all visioning of dreams
Stood one beside me, — one who said: ‘Arise,
And I will show thee where is Paradise.’”
By which my darkened life transfigured seems,
And I remember how, upon one day,
Perfect beyond all visioning of dreams
Stood one beside me, — one who said: ‘Arise,
And I will show thee where is Paradise.’”
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |