FOUNTAIN of Fire whom all divide, We haste asunder like the spray But waneless doth Thy flame abide Whom every torch can take away! I seek Thee in the heart alone, I shall not find in hill or plain; Our rushing star must keep its moan, Our nightly soul its homeward pain. Song beyond thought, Light beyond power, Even the consumings of this breast Advance the clearness of that hour When all shall poise, and be at rest. It cracks at last -- the glowing sheath, The illusion, Personality -- Absorbed and interwound with death The myriads are dissolved in Thee. She comes not when Noon is on the Roses SHE comes not when Noon is on the roses -- Too bright is Day. She comes not to the Soul till it reposes From work and play. But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices Roll in from sea, By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight She comes to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CUMBERLAND by HERMAN MELVILLE SUMMER NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING COMFORT IN AFFLICTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SMALL THINGS by BERENICE K. BOSS SNOW IN APRIL by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SONG TO A LADY NOT YET ENJOY'D BY HER HUSBAND by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: AFTER LONG AGES by EDWARD CARPENTER |