Poems (Linn)/Glimpses
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GLIMPSES.
LOW whispers heard through half-shut doors:;
Music from organs out of sight,
Flooding the arches of the soul
When it is dark and lonely as the night:
Gray, glinting mists that wreathe and twine,
Then, rent away, reveal the snow-capped height;
Music from organs out of sight,
Flooding the arches of the soul
When it is dark and lonely as the night:
Gray, glinting mists that wreathe and twine,
Then, rent away, reveal the snow-capped height;
Shadows that fall upon the page
And make us raise an eager eye;
A gentle hand upon the brow;
A gentle step when no one passes by;
The sense of some one near and dear
That gives you smile for smile and sigh for sigh.
And make us raise an eager eye;
A gentle hand upon the brow;
A gentle step when no one passes by;
The sense of some one near and dear
That gives you smile for smile and sigh for sigh.
All lives have known such mysteries:—
Some fine, clear vision, when the heart
Looks quickly to the after life,
As we would scan some mariner's strange chart,
Whereon are graven lines to show
New water-courses where our ships depart.
Some fine, clear vision, when the heart
Looks quickly to the after life,
As we would scan some mariner's strange chart,
Whereon are graven lines to show
New water-courses where our ships depart.