Poems
THEME/S
No creature of rare moments white and gold
Nor powered with a few flashes of wizardry
But claiming each life-light as heaven's own,
The soul sits smiling in the heart of time.
Wondrous chameleon equal to all hues,
Spurning no mood as void of the perfect dream,
It breaks forth everywhere the epiphany:
Out of its miracled deep it can lay bare
With selfsame beauty of omnipotent ease
The aureate Eternal, the argent Infinite,
The grey God and the black Beatitude!
Stainless, it makes of the most shadowy tones
Ineffable mysteries of a deathless fire. . . .
Each gaze divine, it leaps to every lure:
No delicate fantast, no austere recluse,
A universal hunger out of heaven,
It has come to lick up with ecstatic tongue
The whole domain of time's brief fluttering,
The insect-instants that are man's heart-beats!
Let then all hours grow one great harmony
Of paradise plucked from both dark and day—
Let all the moth-thrills of mortality
Lose separate insignificant smallnesses
To feed from strength to strength the magical
Chameleon at life's core, that many-coloured
Artist of the single-selfed apocalypse!
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