Moonrise on the Wasatch.
The skies seemed bowing with their wealth of light,
Yet earth sprang heavenward, 'twas so more than bright:
My heart found no expression—sought for none;
Why analyze the bliss it fed upon?
'All its sensations blended into one—
Solemn, yet shadowless—most glad, yet deep;
I could not smile, yet had no wish to weep.
My restless thoughts seemed into one compressed,
Yet in that one all others were expressed;
The eloquence of all things seemed possessed,
Yet no expression narrowed to my breast;
My soul seemed to expand, my heart to melt,
Blending with all that could be reached or felt;
I had no wish unsatisfied, because
My mind's volition felt superior laws.
It seemed a ripple moved upon a tide,
Whose heaving billow bade me onward glide;
A breath borne upward by a tempest weight—
A trifling circumstance controlled by fate;
Something of little worth when moved apart—
One trembling fiber in Creation's heart.
Yet earth sprang heavenward, 'twas so more than bright:
My heart found no expression—sought for none;
Why analyze the bliss it fed upon?
'All its sensations blended into one—
Solemn, yet shadowless—most glad, yet deep;
I could not smile, yet had no wish to weep.
My restless thoughts seemed into one compressed,
Yet in that one all others were expressed;
The eloquence of all things seemed possessed,
Yet no expression narrowed to my breast;
My soul seemed to expand, my heart to melt,
Blending with all that could be reached or felt;
I had no wish unsatisfied, because
My mind's volition felt superior laws.
It seemed a ripple moved upon a tide,
Whose heaving billow bade me onward glide;
A breath borne upward by a tempest weight—
A trifling circumstance controlled by fate;
Something of little worth when moved apart—
One trembling fiber in Creation's heart.
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