Sun Blossoms

Travail

CREATION like a fair
Offers all things
From a childs toy to the suns
Space-haunted wings

To our bound mortality.
Our dream of a life
Tasting the infinite bliss
Seems but a brief

Thought-mist dying away
Beyond days edge:
For soon there follows Nights
Dragon image

That grips within its claws
The seed of light,
Till an omnipotence
Crowned with a white

Immortal memory
Comes to awake
From frozen somnolence
The germinal streak.

Then the coiled serpent-fire
Rises again
Into its rapturous heaven
Without a strain

Of time's flame-wavering mood,
And a new birth
Begins from the travail
Of aspiring earth.

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