The Vagrant of Time

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.