Sun Blossoms

Mystic Shores

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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