to one afar.
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Thy thoughts, their grand vibrations far out-flinging,
Like church-tower bells ring out the morning chime,
While flow my numbers like the gleeful singing
Of peasant maidens at the vintage-time.
Like church-tower bells ring out the morning chime,
While flow my numbers like the gleeful singing
Of peasant maidens at the vintage-time.
Grandeur and power are shrined within thy spirit;
It moves in deeps and joys in storm and night,—
While mine, of simpler mould, may but inherit
The love of all things beautiful and bright.
It moves in deeps and joys in storm and night,—
While mine, of simpler mould, may but inherit
The love of all things beautiful and bright.
Truth's earnest seeker thou,—I fancy's rover:
Thy life is like a river deep and wide;
I but the light-winged wild-bird passing over,
One moment mirrored in the rushing tide.
Thy life is like a river deep and wide;
I but the light-winged wild-bird passing over,
One moment mirrored in the rushing tide.
Thus are we parted,—thou still onward hasting,
Pouring the great flood of that life along;
While I on sunny slopes am careless wasting
The little summer of my time of song.
Pouring the great flood of that life along;
While I on sunny slopes am careless wasting
The little summer of my time of song.
