Single Way

THERE is no other way but one:

Single-hearted like a desert-sun

The wide stretches of molten
re

Must be crossed through though limbs may tire.

You have no other way now, none:

The world like a smashed cup is done;

Its frail gossamer memories

Are broken, piece by quivering piece.

Wipe off the dews from your tortured brow!

The blood-stained souls lone Godward vow

Must never icker nor become

A shadow of pale martyrdom.

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