Sun Blossoms

Flames Of Vision

OUT of a burning row of candle-stars
New flames of vision climb
Towards the silence of the magic bars
And the choir of the Sublime.

The shadow-spaces of the sky are fraught
With a transparent peace,
Bearing an infinity of voiceless thought
In their heart's memories.

Within the tranquil Spirits fathomless deep
A strange beauty is found;
It shines through a beatitude of sleep,
Its fires of rhythmic sound

Blaze through the subtle spheres in an ecstasy
Of inarticulate prayer:
Nature becomes a song of eternity
And breathes immortal air.

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