Sun Blossoms

Resurrection

IN the dreamward silence of the moon
I saw a bird
That had forgotten the luminous vasts,
Weary and unstirred

By any rhythmic wave of the sky,
And the starry beat
Of the flame-heart of infinity
Wakes not its feet

Out of the frozen solitude
Of decaying light,
Or the wings drooping into sleep
In the cage of night.

But like a resurrection comes
A sudden glow
Of a limitless gold-dripping sun,
And melts the snow

From its chilled spirit and reveals
Before its gaze
Vistas and bright immensities
Beyond the haze

Of time and its waning history:
The awakened bird
Voyages, a ship with foam-white sails
Towards the lost Word.

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