Poems
THEME/S
Agrip is broken loose
Within my chest—
Titan steel jointures part
Their deep-grey rest
In some blind cosmic plan
Solidding night
To crypt the fire that is man,
To dungeon the height
His dreamful mind remembers . . .
With a shining start,
Suddenly rapture-russet,
A hammer is the heart!
Golden beat upon beat
Wounds the black room,
Like a burst of rhythmic suns
Through vaulted gloom.
Ruined is the house of birth,
Time's steel is scrap,
And where the Shadow brooded
Is a glowing gap.
Eagles of truth sweep down
With their prophecies,
Doves of divine desire
Wing up white cries.
An odour of mystery blows
Purpling the air—
Out of wide nothingness
To wide nowhere.
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And through the music and colour
Looks forth a Vast,
In its own self reposing,
The Calm that is first and last.
Infinity is a love
That never runs,
Present in every place
With the Silver Ones!
And all that is great or little
Is a single light,
Myriadly crystalling,
Then sinking from sight.
Dawning, Noontide, Even
Kiss and embrace,
Weaving to threefold beauty
A spirit space.
Ecstasies curve like clouds
And their smiles are seven
For the house built without walls
From blue-print of heaven.
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