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Poem by Edward Rowland Sill


Sunday


NOT a dread cavern, hoar with damp and mould,
Where I must creep, and in the dark and cold,
Offer some awful incense at a shrine
That hath no more divine
Than that 't is, far from life, and stern, and old;

But a bright hill-top in the breezy air,
Full of the morning freshness high and clear,
Where I may climb and drink the pure, new day,
And see where winds away
The path that God would send me, shining fair.



Edward Rowland Sill


Edward Rowland Sill's other poems:
  1. Force
  2. A Resting-Place
  3. Hermione
  4. Fertility
  5. Even There


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • George Herbert Sunday ("O day most calm, most bright")
  • George MacDonald Sunday ("A dim, vague shrinking haunts my soul")

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