Secret Hands

AN emptiness has fallen

On my days of silver dream

Bordered with streaks of gold,

Thy visions shadowless gleam.

Dim reminiscences

Of ight across thy skies

Stir in my voiceless heart

As I front thy fathomless eyes.

Like a
re of moon-delight

My spirit shines on thy sea,

Breaking and forming its life

With waves of thy ecstasy.

Strange
gures come and go

Circling my impregnable

Fortress of marble rocks

Founded on thy God-will.

How from an invisible height

With in
nite care and pains

Thou carvest on each cell

Beauty that never wanes,

A sleepless hush of light

Mirroring thy domeless mind

On its transparent orb

Of space rainbow-outlined!

Slowly the secret hands

Working thy mysteried law

Bring into luminous View

The Beyond and then withdraw

Behind the veil of time:

Now the Spirits lonelihood

Is crowned with the majesty

Of thy gold vastitude!