Warrior Soul

MY life is as a slow unveiling

Of the imaged beauty of thy Light,

Like a dry centuty of darkness

Ransomed from the coils of night.

A dimmest star on a fringe of sky

Is glowing like an incense-ame

And spreads its diamond hint of splendour

In a shrine that bears thy haloed Names

White petals of my voiceless love

Thy luminous feet adorn,

Where owers of a heavenly hue

In silence bow, from silence born.

Still, as the aming vision grows

And the rapt Godward consciousness,

I hear a sharp and stabbing cry

Tearing my souls intensities.

It is the giant cry of death

Who lures me like a serpent-eye

Into his tombed oblivion

Like a star fallen from thy sky.

I will rise yet healed of my mortal wounds

To thy dome of jewelled ecstasy,

A warrior-soul invincible,

Chainless, orbed with in
nity!

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