Poems
THEME/S
I Bring a Song. . .
Fingers of light fall on my vague heart-strings.
They wake a tremble that glimmers and is gone.
A little secrecy shines out in each tune,
But in that shining moment is no end
Of the power that falls and the passion that flies up.
A small bird with seven colours on its throat
Lifts on wide wings that are invisible
With quivers of a rapture infra-red
Rhyming to a wisdom ultra-violet.
Those black fires merging in a mystic sky
Bear in their beat a burthen of measureless bliss:
Sounds that are wonder-vast with things undreamed
Call to the ear from far beyond the eye.
A music whose meanings never can be seen
Throbs to be deeply felt and suddenly known
As if truth's light were grown one's utter self ! . . .
I bring a song that shows the mind's outgaze
Colours of a beauty fading with strange cry
To thrill in the soul an intimate Infinite.
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