Thursday, December 1, 2011

Eidolon, or The Course of a Soul



 
Hast thou the joy that nature’s converse sheds
Thro’ all the pulses of the quiet soul?
The gentle calm that like a whispered song
Steals o’er the sense with sweetest languishment?
Hast thou the magic of the Beautiful,
Wreathing about thy spirit evermore,
In sunshine and in shadow; when the stars
Gather around the azure dome of heaven,
And the pale moon glides like a virgin bride
Humbly behind the footsteps of her love:
When the sweet morn dawns on the sleeping world
To bring reality to visions bright;

Walter Richard Cassels