Poems (Blind)/Aspirations/V.

by Mathilde Blind

V.

I move amid a golden cloud;
 The green earth springs beneath my tread;
My thoughts like birds with joy are loud;
 And every throbbing pulse is glad.

This very day, this blessed day,
 Thee face to face shall I behold;
Like seas, when storms have ebbed away,
 And hills, when thunders on have rolled,

That lie like babes all hushed and bright,
 And suck in sun and rainbow-skies;
Thus will I drink the words of light,
 Falling adown thy lips and eyes.

Oh dewy calm! Oh peace divine!
 More still than fragrant summer-air;
To feel my spirit kneel to thine,
 In hushed and reverential prayer.