Souls Pilgrimage

O BRIEF immaculate moments of life

In which you left

The fragrant dream of your Presence

And through nights narrow cleft

Poured a greater source of Light

And deathless was the hour,

Each memory a white blossom

Carved on a rock of immortal power!

All the voices of eternity

Whispered through a single star,

And silences spoke from a womb of trance

Of a God-loneliness far,

A Spirit-hush with silver wings

In rhythmic ight away

Beyond times circumscribed frail thought

And the dull notes of clay,

Beyond the range of transient sight

In haunted spaces of the mind

A universe of luminous peace

Untouched by sun or moon or wind,

A pilgrimage of the solitary soul

Risen from earths dark tomb of death

To whence began these conscious throbs of life

And end in the one ultimate Breath.

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