Poems
THEME/S
When lips go singing love,
The eyes are wet
Because of an unviewed
Visage They never can forget.
Immitigable gloom
Hangs between
Our dream and dawns of Beauty
No yearning heart has seen.
O vain all magic tune
Weaved by despair:
Who shall imprison Godhead
In moving nets of air?
Only the quiet fall
Of pure flesh-line
Rhyming with soul of worship
Beckons the far Divine;
And though clay-eyes are dim
The lips' lone drouth
Is sealed to a hush of heaven
By a viewless Love's mouth.
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