Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh, When the bird waketh and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee! Alone with Thee! amid the mystic shadows, The solemn hush of nature newly born; Alone with Thee in breathless adoration, In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. As in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean, The image of the morning star doth rest, So, in this stillness, Thou beholdest only Thine image in the waters of my breast. Still, still with Thee! As to each new-born morning A fresh and solemn splendor still is given, So doth this blessed consciousness, awaking, Breathe each new day nearness to Thee and heaven. When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer, Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'ershading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there. So shall it be at last, in that bright morning, When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee; Oh! in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning, Shall rise the glorious thought -- I am with Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENE CARMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WALKING MAN OF RODIN by CARL SANDBURG ORLANDO FURIOSO: CANTO 10. by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO AMONG THE MOUNTAINS by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG SONNET: 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD TO SIGURD by KATHARINE LEE BATES AT THE FARRAGUT STATUE by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) |