“A darting conscience, full of stabs and fears.”
“And wrap us in imaginary flights
Wide of a faithful grave.”
“That in these masks and shadows I may see
Thy sacred way,
And by these hid ascents climb to that day
Which breaks from Thee
Who art in all things, though invisibly!”
“O would I were a bird or star
Fluttering in woods, or lifted far
Above this inn
And road of sin!
Then either star or bird would be
Shining or singing still to Thee!”
(_Of books._)
“The track of fled souls, and their Milky Way.”
“I walked the other day to spend my hour
Into a field,
Where I sometime had seen the soil to yield
A gallant flower.”