Sun Blossoms

Garden Of Vision

IN the red-white garden of my vision
A myriad flowers glow:
Each is fired with thy heavenly mission,
Row on burning row.

Thou hast blown thy Spirits miracle-breath
On their ivory seeds:
Now they blossom in the valley of death,
Dawn-winged dewy beads.

When thy zephyr from some luminous deep
Flows with rings of light,
Their soft tresses in dream-woven sleep
Murmur in the night.

And some cadenced footfalls wandering they hear
In the silver mist,
Snow-foamed ripples of a moon-edged mere,
Gold and amethyst.

O symbols of His jewelled revery
Burning myriad-hued
On my diamond altar, a prophecy
Of His solitude!

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