Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
William BlakeJames Thomson (18341882)
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Grey miles long;
He wander’d up and he wander’d down,
Singing a quiet song.
Mirk miles broad;
He wander’d up and he wander’d down,
Ever alone with God.
In this desert of brick and stone:
But some were deaf and some were blind,
And he was there alone.
As he had lived, alone:
He was not miss’d from the desert wide,—
Perhaps he was found at the Throne.