Poems by Themis

A Voice

Should I be thought worthy to speak my prayer,

From midst these broken and imperfect things,

Where we are exiles — who were meant

for kings, —

I'd speak it on the shattered night's despair,

On the lone dark of thudding waters where

Dim sea-mews brood, unlit, with folded wings;

Or boldly as the innocent sparrow flings

Its heart on the dangerous widenesses of air:

Till through the splintered spaces of the earth,

A voice go forth informing every soul

With one deep beauty, with one passionate fire

Infusing all unto the Primal Whole;

Till through all sorrow struggle to their birth

The perfect worlds and skies of our Desire.

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