Poems by Themis

Psyche

Devils may dance their dances

As gleefully as gods;

The spirit takes its chances,

And whirls through mud and clods;

Retires and advances

Against strange odds.

Over good and bad it quivers

With equal joy in play:

Over desert sands or rivers,

Or stagnant pool or bay:

Where heaven or hell delivers

A night or day.

Earth's shapes unfurl and render

Their homage to its grace;

The skies unveil their splendour

Before its beauteous face;

And hell turns sweet and tender

Beneath rhythms of its pace.

Where through the ages flying

The Karmic cycle turns,

Within the storm's dark crying,

The silent spirit burns;

In births and deaths undying,

For ever Godward yearns.

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