| Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917. |
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| 351. Resurrection |
| By Fred. G. Bowles |
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| AS the slow Evening gather’d in her grey, | |
| And one clear star its ancient pathway trod— | |
| With long, low cadences of dear delay | |
| The lark, descending, left his song with God! | |
| And Peace came, like a reverential soul, | 5 |
| With far-off tremors of a further world, | |
| And thro’ the silver mist of twilight stole | |
| Unto the heart of all. And upward curl’d | |
| The April moon, resurgent of the sun, | |
| To the blue dusk of the exalted dome | 10 |
| Of heav’n; and the white wind-flowers, one by one, | |
| Shook in light slumber on their hilly home. | |
| It was so sweet to stoop and feel around! | |
| Each blade of grass a breathing lyre of life | |
| Whereon the wind, in arias of sound, | 15 |
| Told subtle music; how the great World, rife | |
| With scent of violet, and primrose-strewn, | |
| Strain’d tender fingers from each dewy sod | |
| To the dear Christ of chrysalis and moon— | |
| And, dusk descending, left her soul with God! | 20 |
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