OH Thou, who art the life of heaven and earth, Eternal Substance of all things that seem; Or but the glorious phantom of a dream That in the brain of mortal man has birth: To know that Thou dost live were little worth, Not knowing Thee; yet oft the heart will deem That through its inmost deeps Thy light doth stream Bestowing peace for grief, calm joy for mirth. E'en thus rich music enters tuneless ears, Tuneless, and all untrained by ordered notes; Yet its ethereal essence inward floats, And mingling with the secret source of tears, Awhile endues the spirit's wistful sight With dim perceptions of unknown delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE EPIGRAM: 59. ON SPIES by BEN JONSON THREE BLIND MICE by MOTHER GOOSE FETES GALANTES: MANDOLINE by PAUL VERLAINE FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |