The oracles divine!
I woke from those high fantasies, to know
My kindred with the earth—I woke to love.
O gentle friend! to love in doubt and woe,
Shutting the heart the worshipp’d name above,
Is to love deeply; and my spirit’s dower
Was a sad gift, a melancholy power
Of so adoring—with a buried care,
And with the o’erflowing of a voiceless prayer,
And with a deepening dream, that day by day,