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On other quiet summer nights like these, / I have leaned forth where honey-suckles pressed / The twilight pane, and watched the priory West / Send forth its cowled clouds over purple seas -- / Seeing, through eve-blurred glass, the waters rise / Beyond sea-lavender's fringed traceries; / Worshipping, as I worship now, the Sign / That God and Earth are ever one Divine.
Only, the flower of lily in the green, / The scarlet feathered black-bird in the sedge; / Even the white shell by the water's edge, / Seem to have seen God -- whom I have not seen. / Yet with these wistful eyes that may not know, / Let me dare every doubt and darkness. So, / Walking blind roads, spanning all voids, I tread / Earth's flowing Beauty to its Fountain Head.