Poems
THEME/S
Soul of poet, he thou quiet
Like an ageless wood-dream royal-pined,
Yielding all thy chorded hush
Unto the epic fingers of His wind.
Soul of poet, merge thy quiet
With the moon's eternal mystery,
Rousing by uplifted calm
A hierophantic rapturous song-sea.
Soul of poet, thine be quiet
Of the Virgin when the deathless morn
Flashed from heaven clove time's veil
And in her tranceful womb the Word was born.
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