Poems by Themis

At Dawn

At dawn the winds of pureness

Come in with never a sound,

With only a clear blue gleaming,

Crystal from the far Profound...

To shut in the thoughts with stillness,

To keep the vast air thin,

And with the power of Silence awaken

The slumbering depths within;

The streams dance down for gladness

Through the rose-scent and the fern,

The lights dance down the angled glass,

In rays that paint and burn, —

Focussed back to the enduring whiteness

Whence the things of peace return:

The seal of an ancient sky-priest,

A brand on the forehead of earth,

Promising a far fulfilment,

Proving her noble birth;

The fires leap high in richness

And shape of their ash and gold

The forms of the primal dawn-world,

In patterns of love untold.

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