From Realms of God-Experience

How calmly, silently you died

And I, reciter of psalms, deprived

Of limbs more sacred thanmy song

That swelled to paeans when you lived.

Foundation stone of calm and peace,

Love enveloping delight

Gift betokened, priceless one,

Upholder of my day and night

In which I dreamt my spirit-dreams

And soared on inspiration's wings.

Such beauty in thy wisdom'seyes

A life of joyful offerings

Now silenced to a single cry

Of anguish that yet understands

The being's need for pain and death

And pressure of the soul's demands

For deep regenerating sleep

In planes beyond earth's influence,

In preparation for new birth

From realms of God-experience.