On the far horizon there <br />Heaps of cloudy darkness rest; <br />Though the wind is in the air <br />There is stupor east and west. <br /> <br />For the sky no change is making, <br />Scarce we know it from the plain; <br />Droop its eyelids never waking, <br />Blinded by the misty rain; <br /> <br />Save on high one little spot, <br />Round the baffled moon a space <br />Where the tumult ceaseth not: <br />Wildly goes the midnight race! <br /> <br />And a joy doth rise in me <br />Upward gazing on the sight, <br />When I think that others see <br />In yon clouds a like delight; <br /> <br />How perchance an aged man <br />Struggling with the wind and rain, <br />In the moonlight cold and wan <br />Feels his heart grow young again; <br /> <br />As the cloudy rack goes by, <br />How the life-blood mantles up <br />Till the fountain deep and dry <br />Yields once more a sparkling cup. <br /> <br />Or upon the gazing child <br />Cometh down a thought of glory <br />Which will keep him undefiled <br />Till his head is old and hoary. <br /> <br />For it may be he hath woke <br />And hath raised his fair young form; <br />Strangely on his eyes have broke <br />All the splendours of the storm; <br /> <br />And his young soul forth doth leap <br />With the storm-clouds in the moon; <br />And his heart the light will keep <br />Though the vision passeth soon. <br /> <br />Thus a joy hath often laughed <br />On my soul from other skies, <br />Bearing on its wings a draught <br />From the wells of Paradise, <br /> <br />For that not to me alone <br />Comes a splendour out of fear; <br />Where the light of heaven hath shone <br />There is glory far and near.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sharing-13/
