Poems
THEME/S
Each drop of beauty brings a power to slake
The fire-abysses of the human soul
Yearning for infinite ecstasy through clay.
But some vague distance ever cleaves apart
The hungry dreamer and the nectarous dream—
A distance dwarfing to pale starry quiver
The dance of universes everywhere ...
O pierce with mystic love the outward veil:
Draw close by trance your heart to the deep heart
Of each clay-mote and feel its intimate throb
A paradisal cataract of the Vast!
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