Poems
THEME/S
THOU callest me with thy deep subtle voice Whose still miraculous power I cannot ignore; Irrevocable is my Spirits choice And I belong to the sombre world no more.
Yet like a dragon-cloud its shadow falls Upon my heart and masks the mystic flame That rises up from time's encircling walls Towards the lonely sun-height of thy Name.
I am lost in a wide dreadful gulf of night, A star struggling to climb from a black sea; But wave on wave invades the diamond light And drown in turbulent foam its burning cry.
With outstretched arms Thou comest and thy grace Lifts me and carries like a child along The unknown ways in thy secure embrace, Murmuring in thy bosom like a happy song.
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