Poems
THEME/S
The heart took wings of radiant things
And flew to Him, her Lord;
The night-watch shook in agony,
But could not wield his sword;
The gaoler black raised frantic arms,
But could not speak a word.
She flew past all the towers of dark;
The sentinels asleep,
Stone-still like Rodin's "Thinker" sat,
Brooding upon the deep;
The elemental purple winds
Drew in their breath to weep.
The lanterns in the questioning streets
Zig-zagged across the earth,
In crazy ecstasy went out,
Self-shattered in their mirth;
Fragmented rose to stars and danced
Attendant on her birth.
She reached at last those nestling hands,
Her haven of rapturous peace;
He smiled: "I drugged those 'blackguards' well;
How did you find the keys?"
Then whispered, "Go, your Mother waits
To take you on Her knees."
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