Here you will find the Poem Old wonder flush'd the east anew of poet Christopher John Brennan
Old wonder flush'd the east anew and shed the golden air, and wing of song that summon'd, from the dew and rapture of the fields of spring, old wonder blossom'd in my heart: because the threatening dream of old, that nightly wont to bid us part, now changing, gave me to behold thy rosy maidenhood that pass'd and greeted me with stranger grace, who knew that meeting for our last and far from mine thy biding-place. And I have thank'd the threat of sleep, because the secret heart that flow'd with phantom wound was proven to keep beneath its living springs bestow'd the pang that seven years since was felt keen thro' my life yet soft dispersed along all veins that thrill or melt ? old wonder, blossom'd, not inhears'd: and eyes perchance made dull and slow by the long days' subtle dusty mesh waked gladly from their fear, to know old wonder, old and ever fresh.
