Analysis of A Mystic to a Poet

“What marvelous symbols there be
Of heaven and its Highest Jewel—
A living ode to God’s own rule
Inscribed on everything we see!
For Nature is a shadow cast:
A cloak, a shroud, a second light,—
A medium for inner sight,
Wherein we see His kingdom vast.
Her objects to His realm are wed,
And we can see the nuptial band:
That golden ring upon her hand,
Reflecting every vow He said.”

“So stroll, dear poet, cheerfully,
Amid the lilies of the field,
And where He shows His symbols yield,
And contemplate them carefully.”