What happy, secret fountain, Fair shade, or mountain, Whose undiscovered virgin glory Boasts it this day, though not in story, Was then thy dwelling? did some cloud Fixed to a tent, descend and shroud My distressed Lord? or did a star Beckoned by thee, though high and far, In sparkling smiles haste gladly down To lodge light, and increase her own? My dear, dear God! I do not know What lodged thee then, nor where, nor how; But I am sure, thou dost now come Oft to a narrow, homely room, Where thou too hast but the least part, My God, I mean @3my sinful heart@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUGUST MOONRISE by SARA TEASDALE CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE THREE FISHERS by CHARLES KINGSLEY ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR STANZAS ADDRESSED TO SOME FRIEND GOING TO THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON |