WITH Thee a moment! Then what dreams have play! Traditions of eternal toil arise, Search for the high, austere and lonely way The Spirit moves in through eternities. Ah, in the soul what memories arise! And with what yearning inexpressible, Rising from long forgetfulness I turn To Thee, invisible, unrumoured, still: White for Thy whiteness all desires burn. Ah, with what longing once again I turn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SOME LINES OF LOPE DE VEGA by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE ALLIGATOR by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 39 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 21 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |