Poems by Themis

Absence

The utmost sadness of the hours

When You are gone from me;

And when no more your Presence flowers

Upon the mystic Tree.

Though winds pass by and golden rains,

And birds and butterflies,

Within the sapless roots and veins,

 All sweetness, all life dies.

The worlds revolve in blank grey skies,

 And sun-stars whirl away,

And day and night the seed-heart cries

Within its jail of clay.

O Love, your grace and beauty shower

Upon the dark, dry Tree;

Restore your Presence and your Power,

Blossom once more in me.

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