Poems
THEME/S
THE SECRET SPLENDOUR
Tree of Time
I am a tree of time, a swaying shadow.
With one sole branch lit by eternity—
All of me dark save this song-fruitful hand.
There the large splendour tunes my blood and makes
Fragments of deathless ecstasy outflower;
And I but live in these few fingers that trace
On life's uncoloured air a burning cry
From God-abysses to God-pinnacles.
Some day the buried vast which holds me rooted
In dreamful kinship to the height of heaven
Shall wake: then through each quivering nerve shall course
No feeble brightness self-consumed in joy
Like the brief passions of earth, but nectar-flame—
A Force drunk with its own infinitude.
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