I move amid a golden cloud; The green earth springs beneath my tread; My thoughts like birds with joy are loud; And every throbbing pulse is glad. This very day, this blessed day, Thee face to face shall I behold; Like seas, when storms have ebbed away, And hills, when thunders on have rolled, That lie like babes all hushed and bright, And suck in sun and rainbow-skies; Thus will I drink the words of light, Falling adown thy lips and eyes. Oh dewy calm! Oh peace divine! More still than fragrant summer-air; To feel my spirit kneel to thine, In hushed and reverential prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST LINES WRITTEN IN KENSINGTON GARDENS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FRINGED GENTIANS by AMY LOWELL |