O Silent Love

 

O silent Love, where your pure footsteps tread,

The paths of darkness break open in delight;

Light floods the clotted anguish of the dead,

Washes the ancient karmic vaults of night.

 

Pass soft: the ether's a-quiver with stars and flowers,

And fires burn high in caverns broken and old;

The earth lies tranced with beauty, far sun-powers

Sweep vibrant through the spaces, winged with gold.

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