O MYSTIC Hour! when day and night Seem spell-bound by the fading light, When hill and valley, dale and grove, Throb with the immanence of Love. Recumbent on her couch of pine, With languorous grace and dewy eyne, The Queen of Heaven doth now unfold Her fatal beauty, limn'd in gold. Whilst on the air the bat's bent wings Add witchery to earthly things, As, sailing with uneven flight, He mocks the shadows of the night. Now doth my spirit feel a part Of The Great Universal Heart That beats in bird and beast and flower, Proclaiming their Immortal Dower! |