Books by George MacDonald :The Poetical Works of George MacDonald (Parables) (original) (raw)

The Poetical Works of George MacDonald (Parables)

XIII.

I was a child once more, nor pondered life,

Thought not of what or how much. All my soul With sudden births of lovely things grew rife.

In peeps a daisy: on the instant roll

Rich lawny fields, with red tips crowding the green, Across the hollows, over ridge and knoll,

To where the rosy sun goes down serene.

From out of heaven in looks a pimpernel: I walk in morning scents of thyme and bean;

Dewdrops on every stalk and bud and bell

Flash, like a jewel-orchard, many roods; Glow ruby suns, which emerald suns would quell;

Topaz saint-glories, sapphire beatitudes

Blaze in the slanting sunshine all around; Above, the high-priest-lark, o'er fields and woods--

Rich-hearted with his five eggs on the ground--

The sacrifice bore through the veil of light, Odour and colour offering up in sound.--

Filled heart-full thus with forms of lowly might

And shapeful silences of lovely lore, I sat a child, happy with only sight,

And for a time I needed nothing more.

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