Poems
THEME/S
O Heart..."
"O heart that would be saint,
How will you wash the taint
Of your own blood?
Before the child eyes knew
A light between their lids.
Some ancient fire threw
Hell's heat into this flood
And woke to unsleeping lust
Each atom of the dust.
"Where can you fly O heart,
From your own throb?
Even if you mount the sun's cart
And watch the gold wheels turn,
Still must you live with that red
Shouting or russet sob."
But the heart knows strange depths
And why its cry was born—
The meaning of the colour
It took from Creation's morn.
Within its narrow room
Infinities are heard.
Did not the Holy Ghost
Come over a woman's lust
And from the mouth of the womb
Break forth the immaculate Word?
Powers that are more old
Than the dust have gone to mould
The flesh: in the blood's din
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Is the voice that Augustine
Caught speaking to eternity:
"Thou hast made us for Thyself,
And in our breast
Can be no rest
Till the heart rests in Thee."
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