Poems
THEME/S
God is the refuge of lions,
Lions that have felt fear—
Their body's tawny thunder
Remembers the heaven-hurled spear
Deep in an unknown darkness,
The plunge of their lightning soul
Whence spread that glorious sound-burst
Of muscle to a murderous goal!
O suddenly this secret
Spiked whiteness from on high
Within their roaring life-lust
Breaks from behind their eye,
And they know that not by gorging
The time-world's fugitive meat
But by that inmost fire-fall
Sprang up their huge heart's heat.
A wonder and a terror,
A pure flame not their own,
They crouch before that sky-shaft
Piercing their! blood and bone.
And to the infinite spaces
They bow their hero's head,
Craving the touch of the Master
From whom this javelin sped.
His love, calm, power they seek—
The curve of! His blessing hand
Their cave—the death of the tremor
No lion's pride will stand.
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