Poems
THEME/S
Ask not yourself: "How shall I climb God's steep?"
O not by reason rose that impassible hill
And reason shall not be its conqueror.
Only some animal hunger for he height,
Dreaming not of the path but of the goal,
A cry from the dazzled depth of a child-heart,
Can dare as in somnambulist ecstasy
The sheer face of the Superconscious Calm.
No look behind at the broadening abyss,
No scrutiny of the beetling rock above,
But a close clasping of ledge on small keen ledge,
A love that clings in blindness to the light
And feels in every inch of intimate crag
A foretaste of the all-fulfilling peak,
Till suddenly the hushed infinitudes
Halo the thought-transcending human head—
While wise men chattering faintly far below
Argue forever the unattainable!
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