A Throb Of The Vast

THY rapturous presence I adore

In my secluded heart:

It grows like a sun ever more

And makes my spirit a part

Of thy heaven-worshipped loneliness,

Where pale moth-crowds of thought

And ux of time in a fathomless

Rhythm of hush are wrought.

My days are changed into a gold

Unquenchable
re of soul

That climbs from the bodys dragon-hold

Towards the timeless Whole.

The caverned distances of my mind

Are
lled with an incense-breath

Of beauty blown by a crystal wind

From a land of aureoled Death.

And now I see around my deep

Reverie an endless ow

Of ecstasy from thy white sleep

Like a mirrored range of snow.

I am a throb of that luminous Vast

Beating each fragment-hour

In the unknown secrecy glassed

Of thy visions eagle power.

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