My soul; is raying like a star, <br /> My heart is happier than a bird, <br />And all because, through fortune’s jar, <br /> I hear one little word. <br />I feel as if all life and might <br /> Had started on a loftier course, <br />As if all passion and delight <br /> Were deepened at the source. <br /> <br />I feel as if the very air <br /> Was breathed from out the heart of love, <br />And in my heart, still rapture rare, <br /> Sat brooding like a dove. <br /> <br />O beauty! Even through a word <br /> What powers are thine to raise and bless! <br />O love! A seraph’s voice is heard <br /> In thy confiding Yes! <br /> <br />Love is God’s messenger divine, <br /> And nature, tending up to God, <br />Shall breathe His clear air pure and fine <br /> Whatever love hath trod. <br /> <br /> <br /><br /><br />Charles Harpur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-46/
