SPACIOUS, splendid and pacific, the vast night unrolled before us, We listened to the chanting of the billows on the deep, Our heart-beats all bewildered by the music that they bore us, And all the harps of David in the heavens seemed to weep. The moon rose wanly in the sky, and I a dream was weaving: I dreamt that even she did sing my sorrow to allay, And all the fond waves shoreward borne with passion in their heaving But reached the strand to kiss your feet and ebb their life away; That we were two without a third in all the world's vast spaces; That I was erst an errant soul in darkness all adrift; But that the harps of gold that thrilled the deep night's hollow places Had made me sob aloud for love, and brought me you for gift; Whereon a peacefulness arose, and splendid beams were shaking, The while I wept and laid my brow upon your knees for troth, And like my heart the heavens above, no longer void and aching, Were spanned by the vast soul of God outspread above us both. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ST. FRANCIS EINSTEIN OF THE DAFFODILS (FIRST VERSION) by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SHRUBBERY, WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION by WILLIAM COWPER CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT TO ONE ON HER BIRTHDAY (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE HEARTH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |