God Of The Meridian

God of the meridian! And of the east and west! To thee my soul is flown, And my body is earthward press’d: It is an awful mission, A terrible division, And leaves a gulf austere To be fill’d with worldly fear. Aye, when the soul is fled Too high above our head, Affrighted do we gaze After its airy maze – As doth a mother wild When her young infant child Is in an eagle’s claws. And is not this the cause Of madness? – God of Song, Thou bearest me along Through sights I scarce can bear; O let me, let me share With the hot lyre and thee The staid philosophy. Temper my lonely hours And let me see thy bowers More unalarmed!