Poems
THEME/S
Earth's lamp is lit on the Master's table,
A vigil above the white-sheet trance,
Watching some world-creative fable
Break there—divine truth's silhouette-dance—
Black lines of beauty, curvings sable,
Like lashes moved by mystery's glance,
Dream-signs that trace through all time's babel
The calm of a godlike countenance.
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