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 ...
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
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 ...
'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.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 lay and dreamed. The master came In his old woven dress;I stood in joy, and yet in shame, Oppressed ...
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 ...
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.LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.I would be handled by thy nursing armsAfter thy will, not my ...
1.ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.I sit alone, a sorrow half ...
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 ...
If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun,Pacing it wearily, wearily,Twixt chapel and cell till day were done—Wearily, ...
On An Engraving of Scheffer's Christus ConsolatorI.What human form is this? what form divine?And who are these that gaze upon ...
Thy world is made to fit thine own,A nursery for thy children small,The playground-footstool of thy throne,Thy solemn school-room, Father ...
In the winter, flowers are springing;In the winter, woods are green,Where our banished birds are singing,Where our summer sun is ...
I cannot praise thee. By his instrumentThe master sits, and moves nor foot nor hand;For see the organ-pipes this, that ...
Autumn clouds are flying, flyingO'er the waste of blue;Summer flowers are dying, dying,Late so lovely new.Labouring wains are slowly rollingHome ...
Quiet, quiet dead,Have ye aught to sayFrom your hidden bedIn the earthy clay?Fathers, children, mothers,Ye are very quiet;Can ye shout, ...
Of old, with goodwill from the skies—God's message to them given—The angels came, a glad surprise,And went again to heaven.But ...
O Mother Earth, I have a fearWhich I would tell to thee—Softly and gently in thine earWhen the moon and ...
A fresh young voice that sings to meSo often many a simple thing,Should surely not unanswered beBy all that I ...
Love, the baby,Crept abroad to pluck a flower:One said, Yes, sir; one said, Maybe;One said, Wait the hour.Love, the boy,Joined ...
Sometimes, O Lord, thou lightest in my headA lamp that well might pharos all the lands;Anon the light will neither ...
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