I move amid a golden cloud; The green earth springs beneath my tread; My thoughts like birds with joy are loud; And every throbbing pulse is glad. This very day, this blessed day, Thee face to face shall I behold; Like seas, when storms have ebbed away, And hills, when thunders on have rolled, That lie like babes all hushed and bright, And suck in sun and rainbow-skies; Thus will I drink the words of light, Falling adown thy lips and eyes. Oh dewy calm! Oh peace divine! More still than fragrant summer-air; To feel my spirit kneel to thine, In hushed and reverential prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW TO A DOG by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 2 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WATER WHEEL by ABU ABD ALLAH AUTUMN WOODS by ANNA M. ACKERMANN THE BREAKING by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |