1898 · CLOSE READING
Songs of the Spirit
Songs of the Spirit (1898), PDF p. 115
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EPILOGUE.
LIKE snows on the mountain, unlifted
By weather or wind as it blows,
In hollows the heaps of it drifted,
The splendour of fathomless snows ;
So measure and meaning are shifted to fashion a
rose.
The garland I made in my sorrow
Was woven of infinite peace ;
The joy that was white on the morrow
Made music of viols at ease ;
The thoughts of the Highest would borrow the
roar of the seas.
This pastime of hope and of labour
Fled singing through bountiful hours,
With sleep for a bride, for a neighbour
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