VI.

Here, in this paradise of light Superfluous were both tree and grass: Enough to watch the sunbeams smite Yon white flower sole in the morass.

From his cold nest the skylark springs; Sings, pauses, sings; shoots up anew; Attains his topmost height, and sings Quiescent in his vault of blue.

With eyes half-closed I watch that lake Flashed from whose plane the sun-sparks fly, Like souls new-born that shoot and break From thy deep sea, Eternity!

Ripplings of sunlight from the wave Ascend the white rock, high and higher; Soft gurglings fill the satiate cave; Soft airs amid the reeds expire.

All round the lone and luminous meer The dark world stretches, far and free: That skylark's song alone I hear; That flashing wave alone I see.

O myriad Earth! Where'er thy Word Makes way indeed into the soul, An answering echo there is stirred:— Of thee the part is as the whole.