Poems by Themis

Renewal

The golden roof has split in twain,

And all God's waterfalls,

All raptures of the singing rain

Pour down the temple halls.

The blue-winged corniced angels wake

And see the mother-sky,

Out of their marble sleep they break,

And quietly upward fly.

On roof and pillar, wall and floor,

The irised diamonds shine;

Through every fluted column pour

Gold rivers of God's wine.

The ancient heathen fane that stood

Green-mossed by aeons of night,

Crusted within its lonelihood,

Is now the shrine of Light.

Within the purple marble veins

The silver waters run;

Upon the myriad altar-planes

Descends the beauteous Sun.

Now all is wrapt in calm repose,

 In veils of golden grace;

And in the inmost Silence glows

The beauty of God's face.

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