...bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path ; and now she spoke...

...friends. Playing at holy games, Spake, gentle-mouthed, among themselves, Their virginal chaste names ; And the souls, mounting up to God, . Went by her like thin flames. In the 1870 edition of the ' Poems,' 1. 2 of this appears as " Amid their loving games " ; and in 1....

...friends : Playing at holy games, Softly they spake among themselves Their virginal chaste names ; And the souls, mounting up to God, Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed above the vast Waste sea of worlds that swarm ; Until her bosom must have made...

...and blackness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. * * * * # " And the souls, mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. * * * # * "From the fixt hill of heaven she saw Time, like a pulse, shake fierce Through all the worlds." This is the finely...

...yet worthier of note than these. What higher imagination can be found in modern verse than this ? " From the fixed place of heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds." This grandeur of scale and sweep of spirit give greatness of style to poetry,...

...new friends Amid their loving games Spake evermore among themselves Their virginal chaste names ; And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made...

...friends Amid their loving games, Spake evermore among themselves, Their virginal chaste names ; And the souls mounting up to God, Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped, Out of the circling charm, Until her bosom must have made,...

...friends Amid their loving games, Spake evermore among themselves, Their virginal chaste names : And the souls mounting up to God. Went by her like thin flames. And still sh« bowed herself and stooped, Out of the circling charm. Until her bosom must have mode....

...With Jlinne and darkness ritltle The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge. And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. From the fixed plaee of Heaven she taw Time like a pulse shake Jleree Through all the Worlds : Her gaze still strove...

...bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path ; and now she spoke...