IF e'er again my spirit be allowed Converse with Nature in her chambers deep, Where lone, and mantled with the rolling cloud, She broods o'er newborn waters, as they leap In sword-like flashes down the heathery steep From caves of mystery; -- if I roam once more Where dark pines quiver to the torrent's roar, And voiceful oaks respond; -- may I not reap A more ennobling joy, a loftier power, Than e'er was shed on life's more vernal hour From such communion? Yes! I then shall know That not in vain have sorrow, love, and thought Their long, still work of preparation wrought, For that more perfect sense of God revealed below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM CHRISTMAS EPITHALAMIUM by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE STREET LAMP by WILLIAM ROSE BENET GIACINTA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 17 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |