The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
Things seen are mightier than things heard.
Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
Love will conquer at the last.
This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.
๏ปฟThe wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.