Flames Of Vision

OUT of a burning row of candle-stars

New ames of vision climb

Towards the silence of the magic bars

And the choir of the Sublime.

The shadow-spaces of the sky are fraught

With a transparent peace,

Bearing an in
nity of voiceless thought

In their hearts memories.

Within the tranquil Spirits fathomless deep

A strange beauty is found;

It shines through a beatitude of sleep,

Its
res of rhythmic sound

Blaze through the subtle spheres in an ecstasy

Of inarticulate prayer:

Nature becomes a song of eternity

And breathes immortal air.

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