THE SPIRIT'S DEPTHS - Thomas Parnell Poems


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Not in the crisis of events
    Of compass'd hopes, or fears fulfill'd,
Or acts of gravest consequence,
    Are life's delight and depth reveal'd.
The day of days was not the day;
    That went before, or was postponed;
The night Death took our lamp away
    Was not the night on which we groan'd.
I drew my bride, beneath the moon,
    Across my threshold; happy hour!
But, ah, the walk that afternoon
    We saw the water-flags in flower!