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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THOUGHTS OF HEAVEN, by ROBERT NICOLL Poet's Biography First Line: High thoughts! / they come and go Last Line: So pure and deep! Subject(s): Death; Heaven; Dead, The; Paradise | |||
HIGH thoughts! They come and go, Like the soft breathings of a listening maiden, While round me flow The winds, from woods and fields with gladness laden: When the corn's rustle on the ear doth come -- When the eve's beetle sounds its drowsy hum -- When the stars, dew-drops of the summer sky, Watch over all with soft and loving eye -- While the leaves quiver By the lone river, And the quiet heart From depths doth call And garners all -- Earth grows a shadow Forgotten whole, And heaven lives In the blessed soul! High thoughts! They are with me When, deep within the bosom of the forest, Thy mourning melody Abroad into the sky, thou, throstle! pourest. When the young sunbeams glance among the trees -- When on the ear comes the soft song of bees -- When every branch has its own favorite bird And song of summer from each thicket heard! -- Where the owl flitteth, Where the roe sitteth, And holiness Seems sleeping there; While nature's prayer Goes up to heaven In purity, Till all is glory And joy to me! High thoughts! They are my own When I am resting on a mountain's bosom, And see below me strown The huts and homes where humble virtues blossom When I can trace each streamlet through the meadow, When I can follow every fitful shadow -- When I can watch the winds among the corn, And see the waves along the forest borne; Where blue-bell and heather Are blooming together, And far doth come The Sabbath bell, O'er wood and fell; I hear the beating Of nature's heart: Heaven is before me -- God! thou art. High thoughts! Thy visit us In moments when the soul is dim aud darkened; They come to bless, After the vanities to which we hearkened: When weariness hath come upon the spirit -- (Those hours of darkness which we all inherit) -- Bursts there not through a glint of warm sunshine, A winged thought which bids us not repine? In joy and gladness, In mirth and sadness, Come signs and tokens; Life's angel brings, Upon its wings, Those bright commnunings The soul doth keep -- Those thoughts of heaven So pure and deep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF LIFE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#19): 2. MORE ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND WINTER by MARVIN BELL THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A SKELETON FOR MR. PAUL IN PARADISE; AFTER ALLAN GUISINGER by NORMAN DUBIE BEAUTY & RESTRAINT by DANIEL HALPERN HOW IT WILL HAPPEN, WHEN by DORIANNE LAUX IF THIS IS PARADISE by DORIANNE LAUX BONNIE BESSIE LEE by ROBERT NICOLL |
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