I CANNOT find thee! still on restless pinion My spirit beats the void where thou dost dwell; I wander lost through all thy vast dominion, And shrink beneath thy light ineffable. I cannot know thee! even when most adoring Before thy shrine I bend in lowliest prayer; Beyond these bounds of thought, my thought upsoaring, From further quest comes back; thou art not there. Yet high above the limits of my seeing And folded far within the inmost heart, And deep below the deeps of conscience being, Thy splendor shineth; there, O God, thou art. I cannot lose thee; still in thee abiding The end is clear, How wide so'er I roam; The law that holds the worlds my steps is guiding. And I must rest at last in thee, my home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE THE WAKING YEAR by EMILY DICKINSON EXODUS FOR OREGON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER JOHN CHARLES FREMONT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A SHEPHERD'S DREAM by NICHOLAS BRETON AN EXPOSTULATION WITH A SECTARIST, WHO INVEIGHED AGAINST THE CLERGY by JOHN BYROM |