Poems
THEME/S
Not the mind's soul but the dim soul of body
Sits on the top of human prayer ascending—
Quick fire with its flame-tip a stone of slumber—
A weight of blinded hungers bending
This bright tongue backward from the rapturous music
By which the secrecy of heaven knows rending.
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