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Christopher Brennan - "Old wonder flush`d the east anew . ."
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Old wonder flush`d the east anew 
 and shed the golden air, and wing 
 of song that summon`d, from the dew 
 and rapture of the fields of spring, 
 old wonder blossom`d in my heart: 
 because the threatening dream of old, 
 that nightly wont to bid us part, 
 now changing, gave me to behold 
 thy rosy maidenhood that pass`d 
 and greeted me with stranger grace, 
 who knew that meeting for our last 
 and far from mine thy biding-place. 
 And I have thank`d the threat of sleep, 
 because the secret heart that flow`d 
 with phantom wound was proven to keep 
 beneath its living springs bestow`d 
 the pang that seven years since was felt 
 keen thro` my life yet soft dispersed 
 along all veins that thrill or melt — 
 old wonder, blossom`d, not inhears`d: 
 and eyes perchance made dull and slow 
 by the long days` subtle dusty mesh 
 waked gladly from their fear, to know 
 old wonder, old and ever fresh.
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