A Presence

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts, a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns

Light of setting suns

And the round ocean and the living air

And the blue sky and in the mind of man

A notion and a spirit that impels

All living things, all objects of all thought

All objects of all thought

Oh, when it rolls through all things

Oh, when it rolls through all things

Oh, when it rolls through all things

All things