That I have knelt in temples
of winter stars and daffodils;
that I have danced through summer gardens
and lingered there;
that I have seen eternity
in a flash of autumn gold;
that I have become
a listener of leaves, an adorer of dawn,
a lover of hidden music—
that I have chosen all-of-this to fill the edgeless hour,
leaves not a syllable of distance
between myself and God.
of winter stars and daffodils;
that I have danced through summer gardens
and lingered there;
that I have seen eternity
in a flash of autumn gold;
that I have become
a listener of leaves, an adorer of dawn,
a lover of hidden music—
that I have chosen all-of-this to fill the edgeless hour,
leaves not a syllable of distance
between myself and God.
from The Path of Songs
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