Poems
THEME/S
Pierced by a shaf
Of golden ray
From a sky that laughed
Through endless day,
The human heart
Has hung impaled
Midway the dart
Come from the Unveiled
To the hidden house
Below the earth,
Where angels drowse,
Padlocked from mirth.
Like some bright key
To that lost room,
The pole's reverie
Wakes the God-gloom.
The captived cry
Of heaven to heaven
Lifts from hell's eye
Where time has striven
Vainly to reach
The eternal noon.
The silvering speech
Climbs—a festoon—
The silent bar
Planted upright
Between the sun-star
And the floor of night.
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Struggling with earth
The seraphs can wind
Upward through birth
From muteness to mind,
Never save through
The rose-heart hung,
Mortal in hue
With the wound far-flung!
No gate to the free
Zenith above,
But through the plea
Of human love
Vigilling for God—
A lamp whose flame
Is a spurt of blood
To the azure Name!
And till the heat
Of the Honey-Cruse
Is won, the sweet
Mediator muse
Of the stricken, warm
Soul-core of man
Must ache to form
Night's door through the tan
Of twilight to the grot
Of gold on the height
Whence timeward tell shut
The splendourous Sight!
O beautiful creature,
Child of God-past,
Fathering God-future,
How long shall last
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Thy mournful Now?
Perchance a balm
Is set aflow
Out of high calm
To heal the old scar —
A serpent of grace
Slips down the bar
To bite out more space
For the prisoner powers
More throngingly
To press up their flowers
Through the mystery
Of mortal hours,
And, by the increase
Of their leap to the Towers,
Bring swifter peace
To thy agelong watch...
Hast thou not seen
The summit-sun catch
A Mother's mien—
Merciful gaze,
Soft lips that assure,
Smile-curves which trace
That serpentine cure?
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