| SOMETIMES, as in the summer fields | |
| I walk abroad, there comes to me | |
| So strange a sense of mystery, | |
| My heart stands still, my feet must stay, | |
| I am in such strange company. | 5 |
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| I look on high—the vasty deep | |
| Of blue outreaches all my mind; | |
| And yet I think beyond to find | |
| Something more vast—and at my feet | |
| The little bryony is twined. | 10 |
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| Clouds sailing as to God go by, | |
| Earth, sun, and stars are rushing on; | |
| And faster than swift time, more strong | |
| Than rushing of the worlds, I feel | |
| A something Is, of name unknown. | 15 |
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| And turning suddenly away, | |
| Grown sick and dizzy with the sense | |
| Of power, and mine own impotence, | |
| I see the gentle cattle feed | |
| In dumb unthinking innocence. | 20 |
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| The great Unknown above; below, | |
| The cawing rooks, the milking-shed; | |
| God’s awful silence overhead; | |
| Below, the muddy pool, the path | |
| The thirsty herds of cattle tread. | 25 |
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| Sometimes, as in the summer fields | |
| I walk abroad, there comes to me | |
| So wild a sense of mystery, | |
| My senses reel, my reason fails, | |
| I am in such strange company. | 30 |
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| Yet somewhere, dimly, I can feel | |
| The wild confusion dwells in me, | |
| And I, in no strange company, | |
| Am the lost link ’twixt Him and these, | |
| And touch Him through the mystery. | 35 |
