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SWIFTLY THE MORNING POURS....
SWIFTLY the morning pours
Over far sea ;
Future's extremity
Finds the dream doors.
Sudden as thunderclap,
Gold of sun's rim
Bridges with daybreak hymn
The witless gap.
January 19, 1936.
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STAR-PURIFIED
O DRAW some divination from the stars
To shape anew
the wryness and misgrowth
Of worlds where light is scathed or ill-fare mars
The heart by dimness and the deed by sloth.
To gaze and gaze upon the fire-strewn sky
Until the hush" of heaven loom within,
Where the un shadowed splendours fill the eye
And world-renewing harmonies begin.
You stars who span with strength long leagues of space,
Blessed beyond the confines of our thought,
Surely you guard the palace sages sought,
Gold-shining sentries of Truth's dwelling-place.
Emptied of shadow, we would be as you,—
Gold untarnished,—gir
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SONG
SWIFTLY the moment goes,
O, who can stay it ?
All that Love's debtor owes—
And but
dreams to pay it.
Had I
a sapphire pen
And
page of argent,
What
title known to men
Write on
its margent ?
May speed out dare Love's wing
Or web of
song entrap him ?
He recks no words we sing—
Silence, and
truth, enlap him.
May 14, 1935.
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THE COLOUR ECHO
HIGH up in beds of air
The grey cloud-oysters keep
Those gems of sunray-snare
And rainbow-sleep—
Pearl-pale, yet fain to flush
With
sunset's lingering hue,
Ere on Time the Eternal Hush
Shed grace
of dew.
So let the light-brimmed heart
Sing with
refracted ray
The unutterable art
Of heaven-fraught Day.
March 4, 1936.
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DREAM INTERLUDE
THE guiding voice with pleading cried
"For third last test the hour
Now comes, when many have espied
Something of Pixie power."
With glad consent I took my way :
A door vas closed behind.
A rocky slope, "a twilight grey,
A winding path I find.
It seems to be the furthest bound
Of a pleasure garden wild.
Trees loom above, below, around ;
But here great stones are piled
To harbour plants that tuft and creep
And nestle in their shade.
On near-by path are men who sweep—
My guide is half afraid
Their zealous care may interfere
With what we plan to do.
By
BUILDERS
WHAT is the analyst of pain,
Destroyer of
desire,
Assessor for this earthen gain
That clouds the spirit-fire ?
Within the sanctuary divine,
Below the depth of sleep,
Unimaged effortless design
Those aeoned watches keep.
Unwearied by the fret of years,
Most passionless they wait :
They claim the world-new hope that n
The Builders born to limit Fate.
August 14, 1936.
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AN IMAGE OF THE PSYCHE
WATER softly swirling
In sea cave,
Shadowlessly furling
Tainture of the grave,
Utterly revealing
The strewn pearl.
And the blue fish wheeling
Waver and curl;
In their swift bright motion
They glint and feel
The wield and surge of ocean
Moment-meal.
March 3, 1934-
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FLOWER-CHIME
I
DANDELION green and gold,—
Or silver-grey when growing old,—
Magic stem of coral brown
Exchanging sunbeam-woven crown
For foam the moon has drifted down :
And after
Children's laughter
Has puffed the hour
In fruitful shower,
No pomp of mournful bell for you is tolled !
II
All the fairies love the Paigle—the sentry of the Spring—
Crinkled leaf and downy stalk and yellow flowers aswing.
When Summer blows its Bugles, we'll make the Foxgloves ring
And hunt the happy Harebells that grow among the Ling !
Mid emerald leaf the pale gold dreams of autumn ivy
OVERCAST NIGHT IN JUNE
WHERE had all the starlight flown ?
Or who had held the moon.
From waxing on, when Spring had gone,
To silver the
flowers of June ?
Over the beech-crowned chalky hill
Zenithed a
baldachin
Of silken hush and ebon crush
Where
columns of cloud begin.
Every sky-mark of the night
Was blotted
utterly ;
And darkness flowed where stars had glowed—
Thought's
land o'errun by sea.
January 16, 1936.
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THE FOAM-BRIGHT SILENCE OF THAT LAND
WHITE as moon upon the desert sand.
Petal-pure from taint of finitude,
On sward untrod by Time strange lilies stand.
Lift gars of limpid bloom with galaxies bedewed.
Those plains of wideness nor dream nor thought have spanned;
Nor breaks one whisper of mortality
Upon the foam-bright silence of that land,—
That moment's rapture held from what joy-frenzied sea ?
August 17, 1936.
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