I 'T IS Nature's temple, and the day Is full of worship as of light. A sigh from now and 't will be night; The lordly vision will not stay. With dusky incense throbs the gray Half dome of sky. A cloistered note Of lingering bird-song sounds remote As the last echo of a hymn Sung in recessional, cold and dim. I worship, but as though the praise Must pass through Nature's priestly ways, For God doth seem as lone and far As yonder uncompanioned star, September's Eve. II ALONG the mountain's altar crest The russet deepens in the West, As when to richer chords the close Of noble music softly flows. Now speed my footsteps through the dark, I see my leaping hearth, and hark! Th' expectant children's view-halloo Rings out a melody of cheer. The rushing feet approach; I hear The lavish welcome panting through. How bright the sudden stars appear In friendly groups! Now God is near, For Love is in @3her@1 temple, too, September's Eve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY THE LITANY: 10. THE MARTYRS by JOHN DONNE FATHER O'FLYNN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE NEW INN: A VISION OF BEAUTY by BEN JONSON LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (2) by MARIE DE FRANCE DAWN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ON THE PORTRAIT OF A COLONEL; G.H.H. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |