Moon-Touch

UNDER the white felicitous eye of the moon

My heart spreads slowly wings drunk with the in
nite;

In wide, blue spaces of air, lost in a swoon,

It oats like a glad song from height to height.

Earths narrow cage dwindles into a dot;

The hills and trees with their cool, emerald shade

Seem like old memories, a vanishing spot

On lifes horizonof dim shadows made.

Now the stars fragrant breath runs in the veins

And lightning-tremors murmuringly ow:

One with the astral bodys lambent glow,

My aming sight 3 new world-vision gains,

Where all creation is a Godward cry

In a vast plenitude of ecstasy.

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