Poems
THEME/S
Bard
The nameless dust is aureoled by his mood
Of infinite reverie: the slumbrous brood
Of frail terrestrial hours grow giant wings;
Far-visioned with the homeless heart he sings.
When his unquenchable fervour seeks the pale
Tremulous brief beauty of life's yearning mouth,
Omniscient raptures touch earth's gloomy drouth,
Dim-streaming through that passion-parted veil.
Each death he dies builds more magnificent
The body of time—till the heroic grim
Flesh-spurning of his soul, grown prayer-intent,
Lures from the mystic darkness over him
Light like immortal youth into each limb.
March 1932
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