Thy voice is on the rolling air; I hear thee where the waters run; Thou standest in the rising sun, And in the setting thou art fair. What art thou then? I cannot guess; But tho' I seem in star and flower To feel thee some diffusive power, I do not therefore love thee less. My love involves the love before; My love is vaster passion now; Tho' mix'd with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more. Far off thou art, but ever nigh; I have thee still, and I rejoice; I prosper, circled with thy voice; I shall not lose thee tho' I die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL; MIRIAM'S SONG by THOMAS MOORE THE SLEEPY SONG by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON I DID NOT ASK OF LIFE by ALICE BAKER PSALM 23 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE INDIAN GIRL'S LAMENT by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WIDENING CIRCLES by EDWARD CARPENTER NEW-COMERS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THULE (1) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A MILTONIC EXERCISE (TERCENTENARY, 1608-1908) by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |