New Vision

AGREY line of old memory recedes

Before the rumour of dawn-awakening,

And from my heart break out the aming seeds

Of light in an immaculate offering.

Earth
nds in me her Spirits intimate voice,

And all her hopes are moulded through my clay;

The eetest silver wings of thought rejoice

To y into my visions Widening day.

The silken garb of night veils now no more

Her souls eternal beauty; a sudden stream

Of splendour drifts along times lonely shore:

We feel through lifes interminable dream

The voiceless grandeur of the In
nite,

And are inhabitants of a universe,

Where every form is a symbol of delight

Shining like a star on the brink of mystic shores.

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