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THE MORNING CHAMBER.
And I forget 't is Winter, keen as clear.
To the swift eyes of mine imagining
Wide stand the windows, and the breath of Spring,
Sweet courier of the violets, is here.
I half resolve to hie me out and see
How like a tiny army they possess
The earth—the violets, with their loveliness,
When, of a sudden, breaks my reverie!
But the warm flood fills all the chamber yet,
And ere it ebbs I will again forget!
To the swift eyes of mine imagining
Wide stand the windows, and the breath of Spring,
Sweet courier of the violets, is here.
I half resolve to hie me out and see
How like a tiny army they possess
The earth—the violets, with their loveliness,
When, of a sudden, breaks my reverie!
But the warm flood fills all the chamber yet,
And ere it ebbs I will again forget!
III.
Fair as the peace that like a river flows,
Across the room the cloudless moonlight streams;
Recess and corner dusk its hallowing beams
Suffuse with mist-like glimmer of repose.
So hushed this chamber, and so rapt this tide
Of visible calm, that blessed visions rise
Of the Great City of Peace beyond the skies,
Of crystal waters that perpetual glide
From out the Throne, swift light descending light
Forever and forever, with a sound
Of inconceivable music music-drowned
In rain of benediction from the might
And majesty of One enthroned above,—
The Light of Light, whose Name of Names is Love!
Across the room the cloudless moonlight streams;
Recess and corner dusk its hallowing beams
Suffuse with mist-like glimmer of repose.
So hushed this chamber, and so rapt this tide
Of visible calm, that blessed visions rise
Of the Great City of Peace beyond the skies,
Of crystal waters that perpetual glide
From out the Throne, swift light descending light
Forever and forever, with a sound
Of inconceivable music music-drowned
In rain of benediction from the might
And majesty of One enthroned above,—
The Light of Light, whose Name of Names is Love!
