My heart is hushed and holy, And pure and calm my soul, Like aisles in old cathedrals, Where organ billows roll. And o'er my fancy flitteth A dim and lovely light, Like beams that fall and quiver Through oriel windows bright. Oh thou, thou art the music That, like a tide, sweeps in, Waking the sacred echoes My spirit's deeps within. And thou, thou are the splendour, Mysteriously divine, That overfloods with glory That twilight soul of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF NATURE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AFTER APPLE PICKING by ROBERT FROST THE MOTHER IN THE HOUSE by HERMANN HAGEDORN SIX O'CLOCK by TRUMBULL STICKNEY ON BURNING A DULL POEM; WRITTEN IN 1729 by JONATHAN SWIFT EPITAPH by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU A DAY: AN EPISTLE TO JOHN WILKES, OF AYLESBURY, ESQ. by JOHN ARMSTRONG |