Sun Blossoms

Single Way

THERE is no other way but one:
Single-hearted like a desert-sun
The wide stretches of molten fire
Must be crossed through though limbs may tire.

You have no other way now, none:
The world like a smashed cup is done;
Its frail gossamer memories
Are broken, piece by quivering piece.

Wipe off the dews from your tortured brow!
The blood-stained soul's lone Godward vow
Must never flicker nor become
A shadow of pale martyrdom.

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