IF e'er again my spirit be allowed Converse with Nature in her chambers deep, Where lone, and mantled with the rolling cloud, She broods o'er newborn waters, as they leap In sword-like flashes down the heathery steep From caves of mystery; -- if I roam once more Where dark pines quiver to the torrent's roar, And voiceful oaks respond; -- may I not reap A more ennobling joy, a loftier power, Than e'er was shed on life's more vernal hour From such communion? Yes! I then shall know That not in vain have sorrow, love, and thought Their long, still work of preparation wrought, For that more perfect sense of God revealed below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LWONESOMENESS by WILLIAM BARNES CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW I SIT AND LOOK OUT by WALT WHITMAN THE WOUND-DRESSER by WALT WHITMAN A LITTLE PARABLE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH INTIMATE VISION by JOSEPHINE BATES THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE FIRST FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |