Poems
THEME/S
LIKE a white wandering sail Across the blue of night My thought voyages towards The gulf of the Infinite.
I hear hushed voices of earth Come burdened with the tears Of time, drifting along The spaces of shadow-years.
But a magic breath of flame, A strange entranced glow Figured on a wide calm Intensity of snow,
Like a way-lost golden sun Carries the infant dawn In its mysterious womb Timelessly sleeping on.
My restful dreams escape Behind the jewelled doors Of life to the far unknown Beauty of mystic shores,
Where in a still repose Seeds of high vision grow And fruits of eternity: They touch the worlds dim brow
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With a radiant caress Waking the memories Lulled in its crusted swoon Of the unborn ecstasies
From which the cosmic fire Sprang rhythmic into Space That Gods body might be born And the Formless wear a face.
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