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Poem by Henry Van Dyke


The Hermit Thrush


O wonderful! How liquid clear
The molten gold of that ethereal tone,
Floating and falling through the wood alone, 
A hermit-hymn poured out for God to hear!
0 holy, holy, holy! Hyaline,
Long light, low light, glory of eventide!
Love far away, far up. -- up, -- love divine! 
Little love, too, for ever, ever, near,
Warm love, earth love, tender love of mine,
In the leafy dark where you hide,
You are mine, -- mine, -- mine! 

Ah, my belov`ed, do you feel with me
The hidden virtue of that melody,
The rapture and the purity of love,
The heavenly joy that can not find the word? 
Then, while we wait again to hear the bird, 
Come very near to me, and do not move, --
Now, hermit of the woodland, fill anew
The cool, green cup of air with harmony, 
And we will drink the wine of love with you.



Henry Van Dyke


Henry Van Dyke's other poems:
  1. The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens
  2. The Empty Quatrain
  3. Christ of Everywhere
  4. Hesper
  5. Sea-Gulls of Manhattan


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