Thou readest, but each lettered word can give Thee but the sound that thou first gave to it; Thou lookest on the page, things move and live In light thine eye and thine alone has lit; Ears are there yet unstopped, and eyes unclosed, That see and hear as in one common day; When they which present see have long reposed, And he who hears has mouldered too to clay; These ever see and hear; they are in Him, Who speaks, and all is light; how dark before! Each object throws aside its mantle dim, That hid the starry robe that once it wore; And shines full-born disclosing all that is, Itself by all things seen and owned as His. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG CROTALUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 16. A FAREWELL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE GARDEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BLOOD ON THE WHEEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON TO THE GIRL WHO HELPED IN THE WAR by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON |