Poems
THEME/S
Night in the Open
Darkness once more!—enveloping tired despair
Not with dull sleep but wide magnificence
Of silent beauty half-revealed, remote.
The dusty narrow ways are now forgot:
Each moment seems an everlasting eye
Of imperturbable omnipotence
Wherein towards an unimagined goal
Vast purposes move, glimmering, out of sight.
Plunged in deep gloom the flesh lies unaware
Of its own being, while the voiceless soul,
The little flame that struggled through daylight
In ghostly passion mocked by clamorous glare,
Feeds on the circumambient mystery
And grows august, articulate, immense—
A myriad tongues ablaze with ecstasy!
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