Children of the Night

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Author: Edwin Robinson

Sonnet

When we can all so excellently give
The measure of love’s wisdom with a blow, —
Why can we not in turn receive it so,
And end this murmur for the life we live?
And when we do so frantically strive
To win strange faith, why do we shun to know
That in love’s elemental over-glow
God’s wholeness gleams with light superlative?

Oh, brother men, if you have eyes at all,
Look at a branch, a bird, a child, a rose, —
Or anything God ever made that grows, —
Nor let the smallest vision of it slip,
Till you can read, as on Belshazzar’s wall,
The glory of eternal partnership!

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Chicago: Edwin Robinson, "Sonnet," Children of the Night, ed. Keil, Heinrich, 1822-1894 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Children of the Night (New York: George E. Wood, 1850), Original Sources, accessed February 4, 2023, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=8FMAGLYLX82FKF2.

MLA: Robinson, Edwin. "Sonnet." Children of the Night, edited by Keil, Heinrich, 1822-1894, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Children of the Night, New York, George E. Wood, 1850, Original Sources. 4 Feb. 2023. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=8FMAGLYLX82FKF2.

Harvard: Robinson, E, 'Sonnet' in Children of the Night, ed. and trans. . cited in 1850, Children of the Night, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 4 February 2023, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=8FMAGLYLX82FKF2.