XCI. If any vision should reveal Thy likeness, I might count it vain Yea, tho' it spake and made appeal To chances where our lots were cast Of memory murmuring tho past. Yea, tho' it spake and bared to view A fact within the coming year; And tho' the months, revolving near, Should prove the phantom-warning true, ■J They might not seem thy prophecies, ! \ But spiritual presentiments, And such refraction of events SOU. I Shall not see thoic. Dare I say Where first he walk'd when claspt in clay t But he, the Spirit himself, may come II t Where all the nerve of sense is numb; Spirit to Spirit, Ghost to Ghost . O, therefore from thy sightless range With gods in unconjectured bliss, O, from the distance of the abyss . j Of tenfold-complicated change, Descend, and touch, and cuter; hear The wish too strong for words to name; My Ghost may feel that thine is near. I XCIII. How pure at heart and sound in head, With what divine affections bold Should be the man whose thought would hold An hour's communion with the dead. In vain shalt thou, or any, call The spirits from their golden day, My spirit is at peace with all. They haunt the silence of the breast, The conscience as a sea at rest: But when the heart is full of din, And doubt beside the portal waits, And hear the household jar within. |