Resurrection

IN the dreamward silence of the moon

I saw a bird

That had forgotten the luminous vasts,

Weary and unstirred

By any rhythmic wave of the sky,

And the starry beat

Of the ame-heart of in
nity

Wakes not its feet

Out of the frozen solitude

Of decaying light,

Or the wings drooping into sleep

In the cage of night.

But like a resurrection comes

A sudden glow

Of a limitless gold-dripping sun,

And melts the snow

From its chilled spirit and reveals

Before its gaze

Vistas and bright immensities

Beyond the haze

Of time and its waning history:

The awakened bird

Voyages, a ship with foam-white sails

Towards the lost Word.

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