VIII The Peak is high and flush'd At his highest with sunrise fire; IX A deep below the deep, And a height beyond the height! Our hearing is not hearing, And our seeing is not sight. X The voice and the Peak Far into heaven withdrawn, The lone glow and long roar Green-rushing from the rosy thrones of dawn! FLOWER in the crannied wall, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, A DEDICATION DEAR, near and true-no truer Time himself you evermore Dearer and nearer, as the rapid of life Shoots to the fall-take this and pray that he 1 The fruit of the Spindle-tree (Euonymus Europæus). END OF VOL. VI Printed by R. & R. CLARK, LIMITED, Edinburgh. |