Sun Blossoms

Childhood Dream

My childhood veiled a secrecy
Within its delicate shroud
Like a splendour of celestial light
Under the folds of a cloud.

Often I used to think and feel
That a white dream was laid
Upon my eyes and suns and moons
Out of that dream were made.

Bright birds from shadow-rocks began
To sing of marvellous things
And shed feathers of heavenly flame
From their mysterious wings.

The whole creation seemed to bear
A memory that I knew:
The listening woods and echoing seas
And the soft, slumbering hue

Of stars on the lone curve of night
Vibrating in their sleep
With a mystical immensity
Of an invisible deep

Awoke a vision in my heart
Whose hint I could not guess.
I felt as if I were a wave
Of some vast consciousness

That links my soul with each fire-breath
Of life and inanimate
Wonders that lie for centuries
In their happy tranced state.

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The vision slowly died away
But left behind its mark;
Though a wide chasm eclipsed from view
The apocalyptic spark,

Still in my timeless wanderings
I felt a sudden cry
Within the closed fane of my heart
Reminding of a sky

That hid behind its sapphire veil
Strange faces orbed with light
And beckoning to their splendour-home
Beyond the brink of night.

Now have I come to a silent shore
Where my spirit is at rest:
It has regained infinity,
Recovered its God-nest.

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