Meanings of Lines
Orginal:
Blank misgivings of a creature.
Moving about in worlds not realized,
High instincts, before which our mortal nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:
But for those first affections,
Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain-light of all our day,
Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;
Uphold us--cherish--and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,
To perish never;
Paraphrase:
Blind and expressionless misinterpretations of a being
Moving to and fro in realms we don’t comprehend.
Our naturalistic selves show fear and shock, as if we were caught red handed doing something wrong when we are confronted with its glorious intuitions
But to that first bit of love
The vague memories
Whatever they were
Are still the light that leads our way throughout our life
And still is the beacon which illuminates what we see.
It holds us up, it makes us feel special, it has the power to make
All the hustle and bustle of our long desperate lives seem to be a mere blink of an eye in the existence
Of the great calm: truths that make our blood pump
Truth that will never fade or die.
© Lindsay A. Braman 2003-2012
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