Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
Edith Matilda Thomas (18541925)222. Spirit to Spirit
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Immortal still wrapped in the mortal! I, from the mortal set free,
Greet thee by many clear tokens thou smilest to hear and to see.
And I, when thou walkest abroad, am the dew on the leaf and the thorn,
The tremulous glow of the noon, the twilight on harvests of corn.
The bird in its nest in the thicket,—thou heedest my love-laden cries;
The planet that leads the night legions,—thou liftest thy gaze to the skies.
The summer-day cloud on the hilltops, that showeth thee manifold forms;
The wind from the south and the west, the voice that sings courage in storms!
How hast thou room for tears, when all times marvelest thou,
Beholding who dwells with God in the blossoming sward and the bough!
No longer these thwart and baffle, forbidding my passage to thee:
Immortal still wrapped in the mortal, I linger till thou art set free!