Poems by Themis

Across the River

Shall we go across the river?

Ah, this side or the other side,

What does it matter? here, hereafter?

Where do the friends of God abide?

Vertical flows the river of light

Straight down to midnight caverns dark,

And all the souls go down the flow,

Both blazing sun and glow-worm spark.

All go down to the sunless deeps,

The waters of stupendous night,

Folding within the magic threads

That weave back to the primal height.

They cross, re-cross, arise and sink,

And lost and found still seek and hide;

The wheel moves round, and everywhere,

Here too, the friends of God abide.

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