Jephthah and Other Mysteries

134 MYSTERIES: Where larkspur and cornflower Are blue with sunlight’s hour, And all the earth is spread As in a dream before me, While steals divinely o’er me Love’s scented spring to draw me From moods of dreamy dread. O wingéd passion! traveller Too near to God ta see ! O lyrical unraveller Of knotted life to me! O song! O shining river Ofthought and sound! O giver Of goodly words of glee! — Like to a star that singeth, — A flower that incense bringeth, A love-song of the free ! Oh f let me sing thy glories While spring winds whisper stories Of winter past, whose shore is Beyond a shoreless sea. Spring, with the sea for raiment — Adorned with winds of night ; Summer, with fruit for payment Of a sun’s kiss too bright ; Autumn, with golden tresses ; Winter, with wildernesses Of steel-black frost, and might