leave us so, such riches to annul
passion peace and hovels beautiful.
vast surrender, sainthood of the skies
the eternal unto dying eyes.
daylight lies where falling roses fall,
music is when gone the singers all,
childhood is whose autumn whispereth
slow paraphrase of death.
dim fields melt as water is, a lake
shoreless blue and voiceless levels take
first young stars for lovers; one late bird
the beauteous marriage to a word.
woods knee deep in mist wait awed and still
fall of that great rose and daffodil
to westward. Cities far away
glad of the gold star that follows day.
here her candle in such silence bums
thought bums in when darkling it discerns
gradual truth, with such deep joy thereat
mind is all unsung magnifIcat.
are no other silences like this;
listens at the world’s unlimned abyss
hears, as worship hears, the signal ring
God self-given in a wayside thing.
is the dark of vision, the dim panes
the everlasting beauty rains.
we, within, must wait, how long, to see
life’s great sky what holier hues there be.
million evenings were as this, withheld
all glad knowing what their grace revealed.
love to loveliness ran ever, thus
God disclosed His lover’s way with us?
only of all creatures worship, cry
and Amen, ere yet we mutely die,
the lovely, and, scarce knowing aught,
Fare through our twilit truth into His thought.
Copyright © 2008 [Fen Tyler]