Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
Aubrey Thomas de Vere (18141902)113. Implicit Faith
O
Earth’s resonant bosom, far or near,
Low-breathed or loudest, shrill or deep,
How few are grasped by mortal ear.
Its myriad grades, distinct or twined,
Transcend our hearing’s petty bound,
To us as colours to the blind.
The heights, the depths alike we miss;
Ah, but in measured sound to us
A compensating spell there is!
Remotest notes to notes respond:
Each octave is a world; yet each
Vibrates to worlds its own beyond.
Our sea-shell whispers of the sea:
Echoes are ours of angel-plumes
That winnow far infinity!
Hold fast that centre’s central sense!
An atom there shall fill thee more
Than realms on Truth’s circumference.
Was God—is God while worlds endure!
Who holds Truth truly holds it all
In essence, or in miniature.
Know what thou know’st! He knoweth much
Who knows not many things: and he
Knows most whose knowledge hath a touch
Of God’s divine simplicity.