poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIII, Issue 1884, 2 August 1884, Page 1 (Supplement)

poetry.

Tire Ideal. ID as Dort ist menials hier." (The There is never here.)— -Sciiiller. 0 dream of Beauty over hovering round me — Now almost mine, now far and far away ; My longing when the slumber-chain has bound me, My day's intonser day I So near— so far ) now close beside me glistens The white robe, and the breath has warmed my brow ; And now— it sweeps the immeasurable distance, The deserts part us now. j The organ song, that through the aisle rejoices, The star-isled midnight, shoreless sea serene, Are forma that clothe the Formless— are the voices, The whispers of the Unseen. The mid-noon sunbeam, flooding earth with splendor, Is but a veil that shrouds li^hl moreintense; And wordless feeling, thrills of rapture tender, They spring to being— whence ? 0 beauty infinite ! the sparks are shaken From off thy vesture of celestial fire ; They fall, they kindle in the soul, they waken The unquenchable desire— The yearning, and the restlessness that lonely Seeks through Cieation for thy face alone, And in material loveliness sees only Thy shadow downward thrown. The finite to the infinite aspireth, The unbounded ever stretcheth on bofore ; The spirit's white wingpauseth not nor tireth Nor drawelh near the shore. Gomtantina E. Brooks.