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THE SUMMIT TRACK[1]
Come, climb with me, my soul, and let us change
This City of the plain for yon hill-range
Builded along the Blue.
In the bright shops the sunlight pales,
In the full street the wing’d air fails,
And we are limited too,
We are prevented by houses, and men and women,
A clearer vision we want, a wider view—
Up let us climb!
. . . .Ah, blessed Green-and-Blue
Already see, invading! where
These happier hill-side dwellings share
With rock and turf this livelier air
Blushing with peach-blossom, and blent
With skylark-song, and wattle-scent.
Here is brave sun to spare!
And yonder full-flower’d gorse-lines up the height
Point long gold fingers to yet more air and light. . .
- ↑ Traces of the teaching of Plotinus, of Fechner, and of the Vedanta are certain to be found in this poem, for all have helped to make explicit to the writer its main idea. This idea, however, has been with me implicitly as far back as I can remember; and was deeply intensified by a sudden experience some years since, impossible to put into words, but conveying most clearly to the mind the absolute conviction that Reality is Perfection, and One-ness.
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