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SONNET XV
THE SONG-BRIDE
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SONNET XV
THE SONG-BRIDE
God hath his sea-waves, and his flowers and trees:
Think you that in God's eyes one single rose
Less beautiful and pure of petal blows
Because no mortal the bright blossom sees?
The haunt of every violet God's heart knows:
And all the golden gorse upon the leas
That loads with lavish scent the lingering breeze
For God in its rich glory of colour glows.
Think you that in God's eyes one single rose
Less beautiful and pure of petal blows
Because no mortal the bright blossom sees?
The haunt of every violet God's heart knows:
And all the golden gorse upon the leas
That loads with lavish scent the lingering breeze
For God in its rich glory of colour glows.
God hears all Nature singing unto him:—
And so the poet inwardly is 'ware
Of his own song's divine blue summer air,—
Yea, though the world of man should wax quite dim,
Still would that summer of his song be fair
And fill the cup of rapture to the brim.
And so the poet inwardly is 'ware
Of his own song's divine blue summer air,—
Yea, though the world of man should wax quite dim,
Still would that summer of his song be fair
And fill the cup of rapture to the brim.
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