Poems
THEME/S
Beauty's Patting
What secrets suddenly peer
Through the flicker-point of beauty's parting
And the twinkled cry of its vanishing tear
But never through the laugh and light of its starting?. . .
All day the sun is glorious thunder,
But taking his opalescent leave
After the last wine-flush of wonder—
Hinting the mother-of-pearl that is eve,
He puts on our lip a finger that closes
All speech—and mysteries tremble and wake
In the wink of an instant!. . .The star-spotted snake
Coil after indigo coil unlooses
And our eyes are crowded with peace or power
But the touch beyond thinking is gone—till the hour
When the gloom has slid, and the tip of its tail
Quivers with an ultimate fleck of white.
Then through a moment of fugitive night
Once more the wordless wizardries wail!...
Great is the splendour of vision breaking
In the songs the gold-hearted poets hurl,
But when the wide wings flutter and furl
And the ear its final thirst is slaking,
A tiny ember of time is haunted
By a spark the minstrel scarcely saw
But which through the passion of lips that chaunted
Was aching to utter its dream without flaw.
Only the ending's hush-haloed sound
Touches and drops what the lilt never found!...
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