Not in the crisis of events <br />Of compass'd hopes, or fears fulfill'd, <br />Or acts of gravest consequence, <br />Are life's delight and depth reveal'd. <br />The day of days was not the day; <br />That went before, or was postponed; <br />The night Death took our lamp away <br />Was not the night on which we groan'd. <br />I drew my bride, beneath the moon, <br />Across my threshold; happy hour! <br />But, ah, the walk that afternoon <br />We saw the water-flags in flower!<br /><br />Coventry Patmore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spirit-s-depths/
