Poems by Themis

Part One

21st February — Night

The far voices of the earth die:

And in the vast lone hush of Being, Thou

Foldest Thy love around my cry. ...

The worlds dissolve to darkness now,

And in the gaps of emptiness we fly.

Beyond the farthest star-hill's brow. ...

Aeons- of memoried night unroll

Their cycles of chained Karmic griefs and mirths

Across the winging of my soul;

Thou bearest me past myriad births,

Fire-wheels of deaths and destiny's control,

To silent fashionings of new earths. ...

A white day dawns upon the deep,

The frozen rocks of Space divide and free

The warm gold mystery they keep.

O power-winged Love, Thou bearest me

Over storm-black gulfs and endless mires of sleep,

To sunlit havens of purity.

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