QUESTIONINGS
Forth from earth's councils thou hast passed, O friend,
To those high circles where God's angels are,
Angels that need ho light of sun or star!
No eye may follow thee as thou dost wend
Thy lofty way where heaven's pure heights ascend—
Above the reach of earthly fret or jar,
Where no rude touch the blissful peace can mar,
Where all harsh sounds in one soft concord blend.
What have ye seen, O beauty-loving eyes?
What have ye heard, O ears attuned to hear
And to interpret heaven's high harmonies?
What problems hast thou solved, thou who with clear
Undaunted gaze didst search the farthest skies?
And dost thou still love on, O heart most dear?
To those high circles where God's angels are,
Angels that need ho light of sun or star!
No eye may follow thee as thou dost wend
Thy lofty way where heaven's pure heights ascend—
Above the reach of earthly fret or jar,
Where no rude touch the blissful peace can mar,
Where all harsh sounds in one soft concord blend.
What have ye seen, O beauty-loving eyes?
What have ye heard, O ears attuned to hear
And to interpret heaven's high harmonies?
What problems hast thou solved, thou who with clear
Undaunted gaze didst search the farthest skies?
And dost thou still love on, O heart most dear?
