Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Hints from the Realm Unknown

"Yet hints come to me from the realm unknown;
Airs drift across the twilight border land,
Odoured with life; and as from some far strand

Sea-murmured, whispers to my heart are blown
That fill me with a joy I cannot speak,

Yea, from whose shadow words drop faint and weak:
Thee, God, I shadow in that region grand."
-George MacDonald