by: Edward Dowden (1843-1913)
- ITH brain oerworn, with
heart a summer clod,
- With eye so practised in each form around,--
- And all forms mean,--to glance above the ground
- Irks it, each day of many days we plod,
- Tongue-tied and deaf, along lifes common road.
- But suddenly, we know not how, a sound
- Of living streams, an odour, a flower crowned
- With dew, a lark upspringing from the sod,
- And we awake. O joy and deep amaze!
- Beneath the everlasting hills we stand,
- We hear the voices of the morning seas,
- And earnest prophesyings in the land,
- While from the open heaven leans forth at gaze
- The encompassing great cloud of witnesses.
POEMS BY EDWARD DOWDEN
"Awakening" is reprinted
from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. Ed. Nicholson
& Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.