All but unutterable Name! Adorable, yet awful sound! Thee can the sinful nations frame Save with their foreheads on the ground? Soul-searching and all-cleansing Fire; To see Thy countenance were to die: Yet how beyond the bound retire Of Thy serene immensity? Thou mov'st beside us, if the spot We change -- a noteless, wandering tribe; The orbits of our life and thought In Thee their little arcs describe. In their dead calm, at cool of day, We hear Thy voice, and turn, and flee: Thy love outstrips us on our way! From Thee, O God, we fly -- to Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON MARCO BOZZARIS by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (1) by JOHN KEATS THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN' by RUDYARD KIPLING EPIPSYCHIDION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE by LAVINIA STONE STODDARD REVELATION by ROBERT PENN WARREN THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |