Poems
THEME/S
There is a moment of deep night
In which the sky is more than still:
The soundlessness becomes a peace
That is surrender to some Will.
Then; through the stars as through white holes
Pricked in a universe hung blind,
Steal into the vast web of Fate
The mercies of an infinite Mind.
Within the rapt mechanic law
A touch is found of the Ever-Free
Who made this system of sun-grooves
But has the power unendingly
To change it in strange secret ways
Through moments of communion
When the myriad cosmos grows aware
That by some Will it works as one.
Each night the slumberer soul in things
Wakes for a while from time and space
To the love by which the spheres are moved
And feels, unveiled, Eternity's Face.
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