Somnium Mystici (George MacDonald Poems)
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
1.REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.Or if thou didst, it was so long agoI have forgotten—and never understood,I ...
1.LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,Had I been from the first true to the truth,Grant me, now ...
1.I AM a little weary of my life—Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the bloodToo slowly laves the coral shores ...
First-born of the creating Voice!Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sentWaiting upon him first, what time he wentMoving about mid ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
1.Lord of the world's undying youth, What joys are in thy might!What beauties of the inner truth, And of the ...
1.WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thingWhich I would utter in thine ear, my sire!Truth in the inward ...
Suggested by a drawing of Thomas Moran, the American painter.This must be the very night!The moon knows it!—and the trees!They ...
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. The youth in silence went;Through naked streets, in cold moonshine, His homeward way ...
I. I honour Nature, holding it unjustTo look with jealousy on her designs;With every passing year more fast she twinesAbout ...
O Lord, my God, how longShall my poor heart pant for a boundless joy?How long, O mighty Spirit, shall I ...
AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the ...
1.I TO myself have neither power nor worth,Patience nor love, nor anything right good;My soul is a poor land, plenteous ...
To G.E.M.'Tis a little room, my friend—Baby walks from end to end;All the things look sadly realThis hot noontide unideal;Vaporous ...
What dost thou here, O soul,Beyond thy own control,Under the strange wild sky?0 stars, reach down your hands,And clasp me ...
1.FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goesInto our hearts—that is the Father's plan.From heart to heart it sinks, it ...
1.ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.I sit alone, a sorrow half ...
A Part Of The Story Omitted In The Old RomancesHow sir Galahad despaired of finding the GrailThrough the wood the ...
Heavily slumbered noonday brightUpon the lone field, glory-dight,A burnished grassy sea:The child, in gorgeous golden hours,Through heaven-descended starry flowers,Went walking ...
I.I stood in an ancient gardenWith high red walls around;Over them grey and green lichensIn shadowy arabesque wound.The topmost climbing ...
See how the storm of life ascendsUp through the shadow of the world!Beyond our gaze the line extends,Like wreaths of ...
All sights and sounds of day and year,All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,Are thine, O God, nor will ...
Winter froze both brook and well;Fast and fast the snowflakes fell;Children gathered round the hearthMade a summer of their mirth;When ...
I.—BY THE CRADLE.Close her eyes: she must not peep!Let her little puds go slack;Slide away far into sleep:Sis will watch ...
I.I say! hey! cousin there! I mustn't call you brother!Yet you have a tail behind, and I have another!You pull, ...
Look! look there!Send your eyes across the grayBy my finger-point awayThrough the vaporous, fumy air.Beyond the air, you see the ...
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