Of what we shall be?—intuitions

We build the house where we may rest,

We strike out blindly to a mark

Wherewith Eternity has curled

Which soon is large enough for death.

Believed in, but not seen.

While, freshening upward to His feet,

About the stifled soul within,

Stand hidden in their wings.

Their touches fall soft, cold, as snow

We sometimes hea九九藏書r—oh, soft and far,

Beyond our peace and passions?

Things nameless! which, in passing so,

Expands from world to world.

Our daily joy and pain advance

And sometimes horror chills our blood

Through all things that are done.

Just on the outside of man』s dream;

We grope for them!—with strangled breath

We cannot see them go or come:

In serpent-twiread.99csw.comne about God』s seat;

And yearn to them with yearning fond;

We stretch our hands abroad and try

Of His great beauty?—exaltations

And sometimes through life』s heavy swound

Do stroke us with a subtle grace.

For earnest or for jest?

To reach them in our agony,—

Our human love—O mortal love,

Inquiriread.99csw.comng wherefore we were born…

Our common thoughts to Heaven』s unknown,

And, in the tumult and excess

To be so near such mystic Things,

To hear their pinions rise and sink,

God keeps His holy mysteries

As silver star did touch with star,

And then, at moments, suddenly,

We look up to the great wide sky,

Yet, touching so, they draw above

We say, 『Who pasreａd.９９csｗ•cｏmses?』—they are dumb.

We sow the glebe, we reap the corn,

Our purple manners, moods of sense—

In diapason slow, we think

As angels from the face of God

The senses folding thick and dark

Upon a blind man』s face.

We vibrate to the pant and thrill

Like swans adown a stream.

We guess diviner things beyond,

The kiss of Peace and Righteousness

That light is not 九*九*藏*書its own!

And widen, so, the broad life-wound

Abstractions, are they, from the forms

Of act and passion under sun,

From His great glory?—strong previsions

To a divine significance,

In gradual growth His full-leaved will

Of what we are—in calms and storms,

And we wrap round us for defence

While they float pure beneath His eyes,