28My spirit kisseth thine,My spirit embraceth thee:I feel thy being twineHer graces over me,In the life-kindling foldOf God’s breath; where on high,In furthest space untoldLike a lost world I lie:And o’er my dreaming plainsLightens, most pale and fair,A moon that never wanes;Or more, if I compare,Like what the shepherd seesOn late mid-winter dawns,When thro’ the branchèd trees,O’er the white-frosted lawns,The huge unclouded sun,Surprising the world whist,Is all uprisen thereon,Golden with melting mist.
28My spirit kisseth thine,My spirit embraceth thee:I feel thy being twineHer graces over me,In the life-kindling foldOf God’s breath; where on high,In furthest space untoldLike a lost world I lie:And o’er my dreaming plainsLightens, most pale and fair,A moon that never wanes;Or more, if I compare,Like what the shepherd seesOn late mid-winter dawns,When thro’ the branchèd trees,O’er the white-frosted lawns,The huge unclouded sun,Surprising the world whist,Is all uprisen thereon,Golden with melting mist.
My spirit kisseth thine,My spirit embraceth thee:I feel thy being twineHer graces over me,In the life-kindling foldOf God’s breath; where on high,In furthest space untoldLike a lost world I lie:And o’er my dreaming plainsLightens, most pale and fair,A moon that never wanes;Or more, if I compare,Like what the shepherd seesOn late mid-winter dawns,When thro’ the branchèd trees,O’er the white-frosted lawns,The huge unclouded sun,Surprising the world whist,Is all uprisen thereon,Golden with melting mist.
My spirit kisseth thine,My spirit embraceth thee:I feel thy being twineHer graces over me,In the life-kindling foldOf God’s breath; where on high,In furthest space untoldLike a lost world I lie:And o’er my dreaming plainsLightens, most pale and fair,A moon that never wanes;Or more, if I compare,Like what the shepherd seesOn late mid-winter dawns,When thro’ the branchèd trees,O’er the white-frosted lawns,The huge unclouded sun,Surprising the world whist,Is all uprisen thereon,Golden with melting mist.
My spirit kisseth thine,My spirit embraceth thee:I feel thy being twineHer graces over me,
My spirit kisseth thine,
My spirit embraceth thee:
I feel thy being twine
Her graces over me,
In the life-kindling foldOf God’s breath; where on high,In furthest space untoldLike a lost world I lie:
In the life-kindling fold
Of God’s breath; where on high,
In furthest space untold
Like a lost world I lie:
And o’er my dreaming plainsLightens, most pale and fair,A moon that never wanes;Or more, if I compare,
And o’er my dreaming plains
Lightens, most pale and fair,
A moon that never wanes;
Or more, if I compare,
Like what the shepherd seesOn late mid-winter dawns,When thro’ the branchèd trees,O’er the white-frosted lawns,
Like what the shepherd sees
On late mid-winter dawns,
When thro’ the branchèd trees,
O’er the white-frosted lawns,
The huge unclouded sun,Surprising the world whist,Is all uprisen thereon,Golden with melting mist.
The huge unclouded sun,
Surprising the world whist,
Is all uprisen thereon,
Golden with melting mist.