Poems by Themis

Darshan Day

Are these but vacant thrones or are you there

As once of old, when Love resplendent filled

All hearts with glory, and pure light distilled

The essences of beauty in the air?

In silent earnestness we wait and stare,

Empty of vision, in dream-darkness chilled,

Where vague imaginings gather and gild

Pale hopes hanging on nails of sharp despair.

— Oh, are you there? Heart after heart still cries

The question, as the cold procession winds

Past; but through the black pain burst sparked replies:

And some, rapt high, see splendid forms divine,

Another, swiftly swirling inward finds

You seated, lovely, in his own pure shrine.

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