Poems by Themis

Beyond the Nights

O Sun, beyond the silent nights

of loneliness,

Illume the pallid wandering sight's

groping distress.

Sharp spears of light, fire-rods swift leap

down darkness' brain,

Pierce through the heavy clouds of sleep,

bring inward rain.

Stretch forth Your hand of power and take

my fumbling hand;

Hold fast till the child-heart awake

and understand.

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