Poems
THEME/S
IMMENSELY calm and most ineffably sweet Is the regard of those half-blossomed eyes! How gentle is the pressure of those hands When the heart bows before her lotus-feet! A moment's touch—what founts of joy arise Running through dull grains of my life's dead sands Like a cool stream where once never was shade! As I stand rapt in that mysterious gaze, My consciousness is hushed into a deep Silence; being and thought and universe fade Into oblivion; this earth's prison maze Where in our gilded chains we laugh and weep Through Life's unending Circles, day and night, Falls off like a leaf torn by a short breath Of wind; the gurge of violent Time is cast Into the silence of a lone sky-height. I look into those God-eyes that conquer death, Oceans of love and tides of rapture vast Mad with a drunkards joy I quaff and brim; The finite for this one moment brief drinks The Infinite.
One moment only, alas! Times seizes and Space dungeons and the dream, The deep spell breaks. I am left on the grey brinks Of human consciousness weltering morass Of a blind ignorance cresseted with desire: A dark sea with a phosphorescent Fire!
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