Sonnets Suggested by St. Augustine: II

This, this is what I love, and what is this?
I ask'd the beautiful earth, who said — 'not I'.
I ask'd the depths, and the immaculate sky
And all the spaces said — 'not He but His.'
And so, like one who scales a precipice,
Height after height, I scaled the flaming ball
Of the great universe, yea, pass'd o'er all
The world of thought, which so much higher is.

Then I exclaimed, 'To whom is mute all murmur
Of phantasy, of nature, and of art,
He, than articulate language hears a firmer
And grander meaning in his own deep heart.
No sound from cloud or angel.' Oh, to win
That voiceless voice — 'My servant, enter in'!