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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SANCTUARY, by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES Poet's Biography
First Line: It stands 'mid sacramental hills, unseen
Last Line: The heart of his dear country beat and beat.
Subject(s): Sanctuaries; Wales; Welshmen; Welshwomen
First Line: It stands 'mid sacramental hills, unseen
Last Line: The heart of his dear country beat and beat.
Subject(s): Sanctuaries; Wales; Welshmen; Welshwomen
IT stands 'mid sacramental hills, unseen,
Moon-mirrored, in the wonder of the woods
Where echoes of the glories that have been
Still linger: and a sounding whisper broods
Between its naked altars and the sky:
And, lo! the trees and all the forest throng
Grow loud with rhapsody and sudden song,
Like Seraphim who know that God is nigh.
And here a dreamer, seeking ere he died
The beauty that would give his vision wings,
Came questing through the moonlight, and espied
The magic of the world's immortal things—
And in that moment heard beneath his feet
The heart of his dear country beat and beat.
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