Oh. The face cutting the clouds.
A vision is dropped at my feet,
I, in futurity, with ease,
Can see that face in another age.
So. In the lull that is the storm
Where comes a door in the soul;
The face sudden in the light -
Which time will prove a vision.
I. Seeing sights of wonders secret,
Know these to be of only God -
And know beyond all else
(Though vision is of no worth)-
That good has sat beneath my tree.
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