Where the purple cliffs reach upward from the lonely
restless deep.
Till in peace their crown of hemlocks may a tryst with
heaven keep,
Whence there comes a benediction that no kingly crown
may reap;
Where the rocky crest lies hidden in the brown and wind-
sown grass,
I, 'twixt half-closed eyelids resting, saw life as in a glass;
And a oneness with all being through my spirit seemed to
pass,
While upon the breeze came voices, out from all the ages
dim,
As the formless dark was banished by the wings of sera
phim,
And the world alit with gladness caught the love that shone
from Him.
