AND, therefore, when I look into my heart, And see how full it is of mighty schemes, Some that shall ripen, some be ever dreams, And yet, though dreams, shall act a real part: When I behold of what and how great things I am the cause; how quick the living springs That vibrate in me, and how far they go, -- Thought doth but seem another name for fear; And I would fain sit still and never rise To meddle with myself, -- God feels so near. And, all the time, he moveth, calm and slow And unperplex'd, though naked to His eyes A thousand thousand spirits pictured are, Kenn'd through the shroud that wraps the heaven of heavens afar! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACON'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIS MAN by JOHN COTTON (1640-1699) PERVERSITY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG LILIES: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SEPTEMBER by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT FANCY AND IMAGINATION by BERNARD BARTON |