Analysis of Five Prayers

TO taste   
 Wild wine of the mountain-spring, fresh, living, strong,   
 Running and rushing like a triumph-song   
   Round hearts new-braced:   

To smell           
 A growing cowslip, some glad morn of Spring,   
 And breathe the breath of every fragrant thing   
   From every bell:   

To touch   
 A sliding wavelet, supple, smooth and thin,—           
 Just ere the pois’d and perfect crests begin   
   To bend too much:   

To hear   
 Amid May twilight, by the murmuring sea,   
 Some blackbird warbling from a budded tree,           
   Tender and clear:   

To see   
 Down young rose-petals how the deepening light   
 Glides gradually, till, somewhere out of sight,   
   What light must be!—           

O Thou, intense   
 Rapture of Beauty! All-pervading Lord!   
 Is not this worship? So art Thou ador’d   
   By every sense