Sun Blossoms

Beyond

NOT in those dust-born particles of breath
But on the height of a blue deathless hill
Is the unshakable peace, the golden wreath
Of crowning victory, the world-forging Will.

On burning sands life's futile caravans tread
Lured by the passionate flicker-call of flesh,
In the same blind eager circles ever led
Through the labyrinthine deserts mesh on mesh.

Find rather under the soul's austere sign
The pure fountains of heaven's deluge-fire,
The rock-embedded source, the spirit-mine,
The immortal wine of sovereign Desire.

Plunge into silence of that bourneless sea,
Mirror of the vast Wings of eternity.

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