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Poem by Richard Watson Gilder
The New Day. Part 4. 12. “My Songs Are All of Thee, What Tho' I Sing”
My songs are all of thee, what tho' I sing
Of morning when the stars are yet in sight,
Of evening, or the melancholy night,
Of birds that o'er the reddening waters wing;
Of song, of fire, of winds, or mists that cling
To mountain-tops, of winter all in white,
Of rivers that toward ocean take their flight,
Of summer when the rose is blossoming.
I think no thought that is not thine, no breath
Of life I breathe beyond thy sanctity;
Thou art the voice that silence uttereth,
And of all sound thou art the sense. From thee
The music of my song, and what it saith
Is but the beat of thy heart, throbbed through me. Richard Watson Gilder
Richard Watson Gilder's other poems:
- The Celestial Passion. Prelude
- The New Day. Part 3. 8. “Thy Lover, Love, Would Have Some Nobler Way”
- The New Day. Part 3. 23. Song (My love grew with the growing night)
- The New Day. Part 4. 4. Song (Not from the whole wide world I chose thee)
- The Celestial Passion. Part 2. 2. Easter
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