WITH Thee a moment! Then what dreams have play! Traditions of eternal toil arise, Search for the high, austere and lonely way The Spirit moves in through eternities. Ah, in the soul what memories arise! And with what yearning inexpressible, Rising from long forgetfulness I turn To Thee, invisible, unrumoured, still: White for Thy whiteness all desires burn. Ah, with what longing once again I turn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DARK HILLS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT by JONATHAN SWIFT THE BROOK; AN IDYL: THE BROOK'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON DECEMBER 31ST by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TO THE AUTHOR OF TEUCHSA GRONDIE by LEVI BISHOP |