Poems (Blind)/Aspirations/V.
V.
I move amid a golden cloud; The green earth springs beneath my tread;My thoughts like birds with joy are loud; And every throbbing pulse is glad.
This very day, this blessed day, Thee face to face shall I behold;Like seas, when storms have ebbed away, And hills, when thunders on have rolled,
That lie like babes all hushed and bright, And suck in sun and rainbow-skies;Thus will I drink the words of light, Falling adown thy lips and eyes.
Oh dewy calm! Oh peace divine! More still than fragrant summer-air;To feel my spirit kneel to thine, In hushed and reverential prayer.