Poems
THEME/S
Name after name I give to God:
Sublime or sweet are they—
More magical than birth of stars,
Mightier than death of day.
Like some great lion stretched below
The horizon of the west,
His gold magnificence I see,
Dazzling itself to rest.
Like some huge harmony of swans
Sprung from a sable sleep,
Hangs the far vigil of white love
His infinite mysteries keep.
He stands, a rapture-haunted hill
From which vast perfume blows—
A hill upon whose summit drops
A sky that is all rose.
He calls, a sea whose thunder is light,
A truth-revealing sound,
As though the abyss of a million dreams
Explored its own profound. . . .
Name after name!—when close to me
Come out of distances
The grandeur and the grace of Him
Through time's intensities.
But O the all-submerging shock
When He and I are the same
Eternity's changeless marvel!
Then How blind and bare each name.
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