Thy voice is on the rolling air; I hear thee where the waters run; Thou standest in the rising sun, And in the setting thou art fair. What art thou then? I cannot guess; But tho' I seem in star and flower To feel thee some diffusive power, I do not therefore love thee less. My love involves the love before; My love is vaster passion now; Tho' mix'd with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more. Far off thou art, but ever nigh; I have thee still, and I rejoice; I prosper, circled with thy voice; I shall not lose thee tho' I die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A STORM IN THE DISTANCE (AMONG THE GEORGIAN HILLS) by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE SONNETS FOR PICTURES: A VENETIAN PASTORAL (BY GIOGIONE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 18 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE KNOW THYSELF by WILLIAM ARBUTHNOT WOODEN WHEELS by LOWELL C. BALLARD LILIES: 26. THE PSYCHE-SERVICE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE FLOWERING FAGGOTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |