The Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolben Edited with a Memoir by Robert Bridges |
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 | The Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolben |  |
How wholly fair is all without my soul,
The evershifting lights upon the hills,
The eastern flush upon the beechen stems,
And the green network of ascending paths
Wherein again the spring shall bid us ride,
With all the blood aglow along our veins,
And every mountain be ‘delectable’,
And every plain a pleasant land of Beulah.[OMITTED]
Suppose it but a fancy that it groaned,
This dear creation,—rather let it sing
In an exuberance and excess of gladness.[OMITTED]
Suppose a kindly mother-influence[OMITTED]
And sin alone a transitory fever,
For which in some mysterious Avilon
Beyond the years, some consummate Hereafter,
A fount of healing springs for all alike.[OMITTED]
No, Love! Love! Love! Thou knowest that I cannot,
I cannot live without Thee. Yet this way—
Is there no other road to Calvary
Than the one way of sorrows?[OMITTED]
I thought I lay at home and watched the glow
The ruddy fire-light cast about my bed;
Upon me undefinable the sense
Of something dreadful, till I slept and dreamed.
The evershifting lights upon the hills,
The eastern flush upon the beechen stems,
And the green network of ascending paths
Wherein again the spring shall bid us ride,
With all the blood aglow along our veins,
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And every plain a pleasant land of Beulah.[OMITTED]
Suppose it but a fancy that it groaned,
This dear creation,—rather let it sing
In an exuberance and excess of gladness.[OMITTED]
Suppose a kindly mother-influence[OMITTED]
And sin alone a transitory fever,
For which in some mysterious Avilon
Beyond the years, some consummate Hereafter,
A fount of healing springs for all alike.[OMITTED]
No, Love! Love! Love! Thou knowest that I cannot,
I cannot live without Thee. Yet this way—
Is there no other road to Calvary
Than the one way of sorrows?[OMITTED]
I thought I lay at home and watched the glow
The ruddy fire-light cast about my bed;
Upon me undefinable the sense
Of something dreadful, till I slept and dreamed.
| The Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolben | |