Poems (Jackson)/Distance

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DISTANCE.
O SUBTILE secret of the air,Making the things that are not, fairBeyond the things that we can reachAnd name with names of clumsy speech;By shadow-worlds of purple hazeThe sunniest of sunny daysOutweighing in our hearts' delight;Opening the eyes of blinded sight;Holding an echo in such hold,Bidding a hope such wings unfold,That present sounds and sights betweenCan come and go, unheard, unseen,—O subtile secret of the air,Heaven itself is heavenly fairBy help of thee! The saints' good daysAre good, because the good Lord laysNo bound of shore along the seaOf beautiful Eternity.
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