New Poems Author:William Moore Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE SANCTUARY The bell hath not crept To the Deep's rarest light; The tube hath not swept The gem of the night; Yet love shall unlock our forest's delight... more ». For a midland county Hath a Wilderness. 'Tis so named : yet heaven's bounty That mould doth bless With juice and honey of fruitfulness; Not from brazen skies, As in that wild place Where the balsam dies On a granite face That mocked God's thirsting rebel race. Yon bardic mountains Waft the kiss of the west; Fresh from Dee's far fountains O'er the plains it is pressed On the ancient pines in their summer rest: And the wood-pigeons flying O'er each waving dome, So sweet is its sighing, Claim their ancient home And drop as the gull on the salt sea foam. Yes; tall as Senir Soars many a pine; But there's gloom yet greener Where as veins in the mine, Smooth in silver beneath, the beech stems shine. But when light plunges To the soil below, Not rarest sponges, Of amethyst glow Where Ocean's stillest currents flow, Gleam half so fair In their lucid flood As the foxgloves there In the ways of the wood That stand, and steadfast there have stood For ages suspending Their airy bells For some fairy wending Those odorous dells To peal their velvet panicles. There too stands the spore Of that fernl whose wing To its giant core Once folded a king, As he fled from his foe o'er the peaty moor; And blue doves on the lip Of the columbine vases Seem to bill and to sip As oft the breeze passes And sweeps them amongst the rushy grasses ; Where the stork-bill drinks Of the little black lake With its winding brinks Which slow oozes make Trickling from out the ferny brake. There mosses are golden Round the tasselled tower Of the fir ...« less