10 Best Famous Depth Of My Soul Poems

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 Here, in the heart of the world, 
Here, in the noise and the din, 
Here, where our spirits were hurled
To battle with sorrow and sin, 
This is the place and the spot
For knowledge of infinite things; 
This is the kingdom where Thought
Can conquer the prowess of kings.

Wait for no heavenly life, 
Seek for no temple alone; 
Here, in the midst of the strife, 
Know what the sages have known.
See what the Perfect Ones saw-
God in the depth of each soul, 
God as the light and the law, 
God as beginning and goal.

Earth is one chamber of Heaven, 
Death is no grander than birth.
Joy in the life that was given, 
Strive for perfection on earth. 
Here, in the turmoil and roar, 
Show what it is to be calm; 
Show how the spirit can soar
And bring back its healing and balm.

Stand not aloof nor apart, 
Plunge in the thick of the fight.
There in the street and the mart, 
That is the place to do right.
Not in some cloister or cave, 
Not in some kingdom above, 
Here, on this side of the grave, 
Here, should we labor and love.

 In the depth of my soul there is 
A wordless song - a song that lives 
In the seed of my heart. 
It refuses to melt with ink on 
Parchment; it engulfs my affection 
In a transparent cloak and flows, 
But not upon my lips. 


How can I sigh it? I fear it may 
Mingle with earthly ether; 
To whom shall I sing it? It dwells 
In the house of my soul, in fear of 
Harsh ears. 


When I look into my inner eyes 
I see the shadow of its shadow; 
When I touch my fingertips 
I feel its vibrations. 


The deeds of my hands heed its 
Presence as a lake must reflect 
The glittering stars; my tears 
Reveal it, as bright drops of dew 
Reveal the secret of a withering rose. 


It is a song composed by contemplation, 
And published by silence, 
And shunned by clamor, 
And folded by truth, 
And repeated by dreams, 
And understood by love, 
And hidden by awakening, 
And sung by the soul. 


It is the song of love; 
What Cain or Esau could sing it? 


It is more fragrant than jasmine; 
What voice could enslave it? 


It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret; 
What string could quiver it? 


Who dares unite the roar of the sea 
And the singing of the nightingale? 
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest 
To the sigh of an infant? 
Who dares speak aloud the words 
Intended for the heart to speak? 
What human dares sing in voice 
The song of God?

 Joy to have merited the Pain --
To merit the Release --
Joy to have perished every step --
To Compass Paradise --

Pardon -- to look upon thy face --
With these old fashioned Eyes --
Better than new -- could be -- for that --
Though bought in Paradise --

Because they looked on thee before --
And thou hast looked on them --
Prove Me -- My Hazel Witnesses
The features are the same --

So fleet thou wert, when present --
So infinite -- when gone --
An Orient's Apparition --
Remanded of the Morn --

The Height I recollect --
'Twas even with the Hills --
The Depth upon my Soul was notched --
As Floods -- on Whites of Wheels --

To Haunt -- till Time have dropped
His last Decade away,
And Haunting actualize -- to last
At least -- Eternity --