Brief Visions

BRIEF are the hours that come and swiftly pass

Like ickers on the face of destiny;

No memories written on its quiet glass

Leave their faint trace of bright felicity.

Silvery ares washing the lone wide shore

Remind of strange smiles from a shadowy height

The souls reections drawing more and more

Close to an earth eclipsed by agelong night.

Kaleidoscopic
gures cross the foam

Of Natures unrelieved blind ocean swoon

And bring a white glimpse of moon-fringed gloam

And haloed wings throbbing to an aureoled tune,

A breath and murmur of the Vast through time

On the deep slumber of the mute Sublime.

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