Sidney Lanier

“ Can blind my soul nor hurl it from on high,
Possessing thee, the self of loftiness,
And very light that Light discovers by.
Howe’er thou turn’st, wrong Earth! still Love’s in sight,
For we are taller than the breadth of night. ”

“ Lo! while thy heart’s within, helping the choir,
Without, thine eyes range up and down the time,
Blinking at o’er-bright science, smit with desire
To see and not to see. Hence, crime on crime.
Yea, if the Christ (called thine) now paced yon street,
Thy halfness hot with His rebuke would swell,
Legions of scribes would rise and run and beat
His fair intolerable Wholeness twice to hell.
Nay (so, dear Heart, thou whisperest in my soul) ,
’Tis a half time, yet Time will make it whole. ”