Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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LIGHT IN GLOOM. |
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XIII. LIGHT IN GLOOM.
The self-same play is acted day by day,And we the weary actors in the sameness:
Our eloquent'st thoughts are dumb in their display,
Our sight not seeing, and our speeding lameness:
We walk as in a cloud; and that poor ray
That finds us in the midst, but serves to show
The deepening mist that girds us as we go.
And yet, I wot, a high and glorious light
Lies in the outward Nature's couch of fire,
To whose eternal pillows we aspire,
And of their ardent freshness dream delight—
That makes a living waking in our slumbers,
Lightens a beam of glory through our night,
And leads the Soul's streams forth, in all their crystal numbers.
Mundi et Cordis | ||