O wonderful! How liquid clear <br />The molten gold of that ethereal tone, <br />Floating and falling through the wood alone, <br />A hermit-hymn poured out for God to hear! <br />0 holy, holy, holy! Hyaline, <br />Long light, low light, glory of eventide! <br />Love far away, far up. -- up, -- love divine! <br />Little love, too, for ever, ever, near, <br />Warm love, earth love, tender love of mine, <br />In the leafy dark where you hide, <br />You are mine, -- mine, -- mine! <br /> <br />Ah, my belovèd, do you feel with me <br />The hidden virtue of that melody, <br />The rapture and the purity of love, <br />The heavenly joy that can not find the word? <br />Then, while we wait again to hear the bird, <br />Come very near to me, and do not move, -- <br />Now, hermit of the woodland, fill anew <br />The cool, green cup of air with harmony, <br />And we will drink the wine of love with you.<br /><br />Henry Van Dyke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hermit-thrush/
