Sun Blossoms

Assailing Fire

AMID nights flickering mirth a sky-winged Thought
Dreams of the gold citadel of the Sun;
Infinity holds like a fiery dot
The beauty of its world-dominion.

Spark upon spark lighting the eternal way,
Leaps from the horizon of a secret Deep,
While heavenward moments of earth's mortal day
Fly from the clutches of time's dragon sleep.

The spaces are besieged with diamond trails;
Across a solitude of mystic night
A poignant cry of spirit-fire assails
The high impregnable dome of the Infinite.

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