Edward Dowden - Sonnet lyrics

I have wept tears, and learnt, I fear, sad ways Of searching for a smile, and I can guess The secret of a wan mouth's droopingness, And know which eyes are they that waste their gaze On the hid grave of hop--yet ne'er the less My heart leaps up to utter thanks, and bless Our earth which bears sweet flowers, and the glad face Of these unwearied waters--thanks to them For brief, intense, bright moments when we see Our life stand clear in joy, we kiss the hem Of God's robe in a rapture, and are whole-- On wind-swept hill-tops, by the mystery Of ocean on still morns, or when the soul Springs to the lark in a fine ecstasy.