Sun Blossoms

Haloed Immensities

I HAVE waited for thee to come,
O minstrel-bird,
Into my life's white dome
With thy prophetic word.

Time flows and leaves no sign
Of its aimless haste
On my brooding silence-line
That follows a quest

Eternal; never it ends
But in a high
Sun-gold beauty that bends
Like a burdened sky

On earth with a dream-caress
And fills each beat
With ecstasies measureless
Pressed by her feet.

The shadow-spaces behind
My heart's lone mood
Mirror the fathomless Mind
On their dim-hued

Vision and then awake
Like a swan asleep
From its frozen still lake
To an aureoled deep.

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These haloed immensities
Invade the soul
With their foam-white rush of seas:
Suddenly unroll

Mystery on mystery,
Each bearing a Word
Of primal secrecy
That never was heard

Before by mortal ear;
But nowit brings,
From an invisible sphere
On flaming wings,

Wonder-epiphanies
Of an unseen Face,
Wrapping my loneliness
In a vast embrace.

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