Poems by Themis

Soul

You who come now through the darkness,

Long ways of night and dream and death,

Wading through the mud of sorrow,

Towards the heaven's fragrant breath;

You, beloved of the Highest, 

White child of the eternal Fire,

What have you to do with clingings,

With trammels of the earth's desire?

Leap and free yourself from bondage,

Nor pause nor rest till all be done;

Till your heart's gold pureness glimmer,

Enrapt within the Beauteous Sun.

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