IT may indeed be phantasy, when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings; And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie Lessons of love and earnest piety. So let it be; and if the wide world rings In mock of this belief, it brings Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity. So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee, Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON A JAPANESE FAN by MARGARET VELEY DISCIPLINE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SUNKEN LANE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE FOOD OF THE SOUL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE LAST NIGHT by GORDON BOTTOMLEY BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE FIFTH SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |