Sun Blossoms

Moon-Touch

UNDER the white felicitous eye of the moon
My heart spreads slowly wings drunk with the infinite;
In wide, blue spaces of air, lost in a swoon,
It floats like a glad song from height to height.

Earth's narrow cage dwindles into a dot;
The hills and trees with their cool, emerald shade
Seem like old memories, a vanishing spot
On life's horizon of dim shadows made.

Now the stars' fragrant breath runs in the veins
And lightning-tremors murmuringly flow:
One with the astral body's lambent glow,
My flaming sight a new world-vision gains,

Where all creation is a Godward cry
In a vast plenitude of ecstasy.

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