Poems in many lands By Rennell Rodd: Second edition |
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“TO WONDER AND BE STILL.” |
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“TO WONDER AND BE STILL.”
Oft in the starry middle night
I vex my heart in vain,
To set its mystic music right,
And find the hidden strain.
I vex my heart in vain,
To set its mystic music right,
And find the hidden strain.
To-night the summer moon is strong,
The little clouds drift past,—
The wonder is too deep for song—
The silence speaks at last.
The little clouds drift past,—
The wonder is too deep for song—
The silence speaks at last.
“Thou canst not match those harmonies
On moon-enamoured lute,
Serenely silent arch the skies,
And the great stars are mute;
On moon-enamoured lute,
Serenely silent arch the skies,
And the great stars are mute;
“Thou canst not tune to thine unrest
Their solemn calm above;
In silence thou shalt worship best,
And reverently love.
Their solemn calm above;
In silence thou shalt worship best,
And reverently love.
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“Beyond this night in which thou art,
There is a voice of spheres,
Which the eternal in thine heart
Remembers and reveres.
There is a voice of spheres,
Which the eternal in thine heart
Remembers and reveres.
“But how they sing in unison
Earth's ear hath never heard,
So only in thine heart rings on
The song that has no word.”
Earth's ear hath never heard,
So only in thine heart rings on
The song that has no word.”
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