Sagas of Vaster Britain: Poems of the Race, the Empire and the Divinity of Man

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

THE SOUL'S BATH


 

AT even, when the roseate deeps
    Of daylight dim from heaven’s bars,
The soul her earth-worn garment slips,
    And naked stands beneath the stars;

And there unto that river vast,

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    That mighty tide of night whose girth,
With splendid planets, brimming past,
    Doth wash the ancient rim of earth,

She comes and plunges in; and laves
    Her weariness in that vast tide,

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That life-renewing deep, whose waves
    Are wide as night is wide.

Then from the pure translucent flow
    Of that unplumbed, invigorate sea,
Godlike in truth’s white spirit glow

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    She stands unshamed and free.