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.I lay and dreamed. The master came In his old woven dress;I stood in joy, and yet in shame, Oppressed ...
First-born of the creating Voice!Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sentWaiting upon him first, what time he wentMoving about mid ...
I.If thou hadst been a sculptor, what a raceOf forms divine had thenceforth filled the land!Methinks I see thee, glorious ...
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 ...
I have not any fearful tale to tellOf fabled giant or of dragon-claw,Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sellTo ...
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.Willie speaks.Is it wrong, the wish to be great,For I do wish it so?I have asked already my sister Kate;She ...
AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the ...
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.THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;Thou know'st our evens, our morns, our red and gray;How moons, ...
1.SO shall abundant entrance me be givenInto the truth, my life's inheritance.Lo! as the sun shoots straight from out his ...
I.There was John Gordon an' Archibold,An' a yerl's twin sons war they;Quhan they war are an' twenty year auldThey fell ...
A Part Of The Story Omitted In The Old RomancesHow sir Galahad despaired of finding the GrailThrough the wood the ...
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew,And it was "Hey for hame!"But up an' cried the skipper til ...
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 ...
A clock aeonian, steady and tall,With its back to creation's flaming wall,Stands at the foot of a dim, wide stair.Swing, ...
Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,And sermons of the silent stone;To read in brooks the print so clearOf motion, ...
Sweep up the flure, Janet;Put on anither peat.It's a lown and a starry nicht, Janet,And nowther cauld nor weet.It's the ...
I.She sitteth at the Master's feetIn motionless employ;Her ears, her heart, her soul completeDrinks in the tide of joy.Ah! who ...
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