Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: IN MY WINDOW-SEAT I Am sitting in my window-seat, And all the world is still; Only the shadows 'neath my feet Are creeping up the hill, And the shadows above are stooping down As if to lay o'er the sleeping town The folded mantle, soft and brown, They have dropped to my window-sill. More dim, more dense the twilight grows; A silence falls on earth As if it waited for the throes Of some immortal birth. The stars throb out with fitful light, Like a golden pulse in the veins of night, And across the heavens, thin and white, Stretches the silver girth. Then out upon the quivering dark— The palpitating sky— Athwart the gloom that seems to hark A decree that bids it die, Dropped from a hand beyond our sight There falls the glittering long moonlight, Like a sword down-flashing through the night That it severs in passing by. And as if wakened at the touch To tremulous delight, Yet tinged with earthliness overmuch, Come the voices of the night, Now sad as notes of mortals are, Now sweet, mysterious, and far As from seraphs poised on a distant star, But winged for nearer flight. My soul, borne upward with the sweep Of the solemn exultant lay, Borne on by the music grave and deep Is lost in the pathless grey. Around me are living thoughts astir. Above Truths interlace and blur. Beneath lie shadows of things that were, And dreams dreamed through by day. And as I watch, lo, over all, O'er sea, and hill, and wood, A wondrous presence seems to fall Out of the clouds that brood— Something immeasurably grand, As if the shadow of God's hand An instant lay across the land, And near us angels stood. And a holy murmur fills the air, A strange delicious thrill, As if men's hearts awoke in prayer To l'sten t...