Haloed Face

I HAVE grown into a milk-white
re of the moon

In the sky-shadow of the Vast;

Clouds of pale
gures fall into a swoon

From my souls radiance cast.

Candle-vision from haunts of starry caves

Flickers on my path of dreams

Like sinuous smiles of pearl-glistening waves

On the heart of rock-strewn streams.

Poised in an eagle-calm my thoughts ow

Over dark ranges of night

Burdened with the hues of some invisible glow

Of a sun-dripping light.

Around a haloed face they hover and rest

And on its beauty brood

And drink now the gold-brimming nectar, pressed

From its in
nitude.

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