Haloed Immensities

I HAVE waited for thee to come,

O minstrel-bird,

Into my lifes white dome

With thy prophetic word.

Time ows and leaves no sign

Of its aimless haste

On my brooding silence-line

That follows a quest

Eternal; never it ends

But in a high

Sun-gold beauty that bends

Like a burdened sky

On earth with a dream-caress

And
lls each beat

With ecstasies measureless

Pressed by her feet.

The shadow-spaces behind

My hearts lone mood

Mirror the fathomless Mind

On their dim-hued

Vision and then awake

Like a swan asleep

From its frozen still lake

To an aureoled deep.

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These haloed immensities

Invade the soul

With their foam-white rush of seas:

Suddenly unroll

Mystery on mystery,

Each bearing a Word

Of primal secrecy

That never was heard

Before by mortal ear;

But now it brings,

From an invisible sphere

On aming wings,

Wonder-epiphanies

Of an unseen Face,

Wrapping my loneliness

In a vast embrace.

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