On a trefoil two shadow - spears that cross, Three grasses that toss up their nodding heads, With spring and curve like clustered fountain-threads, — • Suddenly, through 'side windows of the eye, Deep solitudes, where never souls have met; Vast spaces,... The Poetical Works of Edward Rowland Sill - Page 343by Edward Rowland Sill - 1906 - 423 pagesFull view - About this book
| Edward Rowland Sill - 1887 - 136 pages
...fountain-threads, — • Suddenly, through 'side windows of the eye, Deep solitudes, where never souls have met; Vast spaces, forest corridors that lie In a mysterious...untouched by pain Or sharp reluctance. For I feel my Is interfused with all I hear and see ; As much a part of All as cloud or tree. Listen ! A deep and... | |
| Edward Rowland Sill - 1887 - 134 pages
...fountain-threads, — Suddenly, through side windows of the eye, Deep solitudes, where never souls have met ; Vast spaces, forest corridors that lie In a mysterious...back again Into the world's deep soul, this is a kind 42 Among the Redwoods Of quiet, happy death, untouched by pain Or sharp reluctance. For I feel my mind... | |
| Edward Rowland Sill - 1887 - 136 pages
...fountain-threads, — Suddenly, through side windows of the eye, Deep solitudes, where never souls have met ; Vast spaces, forest corridors that lie . In a mysterious...was caught, The awfulness and wonder come unsought. Of quiet, happy death, untouched by pain Or sharp reluctance. For I feel my Is interfused with all... | |
| Edward Rowland Sill - 1902 - 370 pages
...fountainthreads, — Suddenly, through side windows of the eye, Deep solitudes, where never souls have met ; Vast spaces, forest corridors that lie In a mysterious...Because the outward eye elsewhere was caught, The aw fulness and wonder come unsought. If death be but resolving back again Into the world's deep soul,... | |
| 1904 - 1014 pages
...fountainthreads, Suddenly, through side windows of the eye, Deep solitudes, where never souls have met; Vast spaces, forest corridors that lie In a mysterious world, unpeopled yet. Because the outward eye was elsewhere caught, The awfulness and wonder come unsought. If death be but resolving back again... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 412 pages
...fountain-threads, Suddenly, through side windows of the eye, Deep solitudes, where never souls have met ; Vast spaces, forest corridors that lie In a mysterious world, unpeopled yet. Because the outward eye was elsewhere caught, The awfulness and wonder come unsought. If death be but resolving back again... | |
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