Sun Blossoms

A Throb Of The Vast

THY rapturous presence I adore
In my secluded heart:
It grows like a sun ever more
And makes my spirit a part

Of thy heaven-worshipped loneliness,
Where pale moth-crowds of thought
And flux of time in a fathomless
Rhythm of hush are wrought.

My days are changed into a gold
Unquenchable fire of soul
That climbs from the body's dragon-hold
Towards the timeless Whole.

The caverned distances of my mind
Are filled with an incense-breath
Of beauty blown by a crystal wind
From a land of aureoled Death.

And now I see around my deep
Reverie an endless ow
Of ecstasy from thy white sleep
Like a mirrored range of snow.

I am a throb of that luminous Vast
Beating each fragment-hour
In the unknown secrecy glassed
Of thy visions eagle power.

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