Dark is the world to thee: thyself art the reason why; For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel "I am I?" Glory about thee, without thee; and thou fulfillest thy doom, Making Him broken gleams, and a stifled splendour and gloom. Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet— Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet. God is law, say the wise; O Soul, and let us rejoice, For if He thunder by law the thunder is yet His voice. Law is God, say some: no God at all, says the fool; For all we have power to see is a straight staff bent in a pool; And the ear of man cannot hear, and the man cannot see; eye of But if we could see and hear, this Vision-were it not He? LOWER in the crannied wall, hand, I pluck you out of the crannies ;— Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is. A DEDICATION. EAR, near and true-no truer Time himself Can prove you, tho' he make you evermore Dearer and nearer, as the rapid of life Shoots to the fall-take this and pray that he, Attain the wise indifference of the wise; * The fruit of the Spindle-tree (Euonymus Europæus). |