Mystic Shores

LIKE a white wandering sail

Across the blue of night

My thought voyages towards

The gulf of the In
nite.

I hear hushed voices of earth

Come burdened with the tears

Of time, drifting along

The spaces of shadow-years.

But a magic breath of ame,

A strange entranced glow

Figured on a wide calm

Intensity of snow,

Like a way-lost golden sun

Carries the infant dawn

In its mysterious womb

Timelessly sleeping on.

My restful dreams escape

Behind the jewelled doors

Of life to the far unknown

Beauty of mystic shores,

Where in a still repose

Seeds of high vision grow

And fruits of eternity:

They touch the worlds dim brow

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With a radiant caress

Waking the memories

Lulled in its crusted swoon

Of the unborn ecstasies

From which the cosmic
re

Sprang rhythmic into Space

That Gods body might be born

And the Formless wear a face.

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