Assailing Fire

AMID nights flickering mirth a sky-winged Thought

Dreams of the gold citadel of the Sun;

In
nity holds like a
ery dot

The beauty of its world-dominion.

Spark upon spark lighting the eternal way,

Leaps from the horizon of a secret Deep,

While heavenward moments of earths mortal day

Fly from the clutches of times dragon sleep.

The spaces are besieged with diamond trails;

Across a solitude of mystic night

A poignant cry of spirit-
re assails

The high impregnable dome of the In
nite.

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