Explore "The Hermit Thrush (Lyrics, Dramatic and Personal)" by Henry Van Dyke on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
O wonderful! How liquid clear / The molten gold of that ethereal tone, / Floating and falling through the wood alone, / A hermit-hymn poured out for God to hear! / O holy, holy, holy! Hyaline, / Long light, low light, glory of eventide! / Love far away, far up, -- up, -- love divine! / Little love, too, for ever, ever near, / Warm love, earth love, tender love of mine, / In the leafy dark where you hide, / You are mine, -- mine, -- mine!
Ah, my beloved, do you feel with me / The hidden virtue of that melody, / The rapture and the purity of love, / The heavenly joy that can not find the word? / Then, while we wait again to hear the bird, / Come very near to me, and do not move, -- / Now, hermit of the woodland, fill anew / The cool, green cup of air with harmony, / And we will drink the wine of love with you.