 | Nine sonnets written at Oxford |  |
RETRIEVAL.
Stars in the bosom of thy triple tide,
June air and ivy on thy gracile stone,
O glory of the west, as thou wert sown
Be perfect: O miraculous, abide!
And still for greatness floating from thy side,
Eternal alchemist, upraise, enthrone
Some presence of salvation, later blown
From that same seed of fire which never died.
June air and ivy on thy gracile stone,
O glory of the west, as thou wert sown
Be perfect: O miraculous, abide!
And still for greatness floating from thy side,
Eternal alchemist, upraise, enthrone
Some presence of salvation, later blown
From that same seed of fire which never died.
Nor faith shall lack her solace, to behold
Staunch, to the morrow's hostile evil verge,
New points of light subdue disclosing spaces;
And round a beacon-spirit, stabile, old,
In radiant broad tumultuary surge
For ever, the young voices, the young faces.
Staunch, to the morrow's hostile evil verge,
New points of light subdue disclosing spaces;
And round a beacon-spirit, stabile, old,
In radiant broad tumultuary surge
For ever, the young voices, the young faces.
| Nine sonnets written at Oxford | |