A book of Bristol sonnets | ||
80
THE SEA-WALL;
AFTER RETURNING FROM SWITZERLAND.
Fresh from the awe of that white mountain world,Thy picture, Avon, ever at my side,
I still had hope to find thee in thy pride,
Thy sails with no less marvel spread or furled!
But thou from thine old royalty art hurled;
For I have climbed where God sits glorified,
Have known floods stronger, rocks more deeply dyed,
Where storm-winds writhed, not tender mists were curled!
God, shall love cease when hearts in loving grow;
Shall the dear dead have passed in knowledge on?
Yon tide, that ebbs, will yet return and flow,
Though with great deeps it held communion:
And 'tis my faith that they, who loved below,
Must love hereafter in their love of One!
A book of Bristol sonnets | ||