The Sweet o' the Year and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

HILL TOP SONGS


 

I.

HERE on the hill
At last the soul sees clear.
Desire being still
The High Unseen appear.
The thin grass bends

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One way, and hushed attends
Unknown and gracious ends.
Where the sheep’s pasturing feet
Have cleft the sods
The mystic light lies sweet;
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The very clods,
In purpling hues elate,
Thrill to their fate;
The high rock-hollows wait,
Expecting gods.
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II.

When the lights come out in the cottages
   Along the shores at eve,
And across the darkening water
   The last pale shadows leave;

And up from the rock-ridged pasture slopes

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   The sheep-bell tinklings steal,
And the folds are shut, and the shepherds
   Turn to their quiet meal;

And even here, on the unfenced height,
   No journeying wind goes by,

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But the earth-sweet smells, and the home-sweet sounds,
   Mount, like prayer, to the sky;

Then from the door of my opened heart
   Old blindness and pride are driven,
Till I know how high is the humble,

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   The dear earth how close to heaven.