Page:Songs of the Springtides - Swinburne (1880).pdf/130

 Yea, even at night's full noon Light's birth-song brake in tune, Spake, witnessing that with us one must be, God; naming so by name That priests have brought to shame The strength whose scourge sounds on the smitten sea; The mystery manifold of might

Even God, the unknown of all time; force or thought, Nature or fate or will, Clothed round with good and ill, Veiled and revealed of all things and of nought,