Poems by Themis

The Hill

At the brink of the abyss

Where our limp desires fall,

There is nothing more to miss,

And nothing to recall.

There is only one more hill

To climb, ere all be done,

Ere the beauteous Will fulfil

Itself in everyone.

But O Love, against the cheat

Of this soulless space and time,

Be the swift strength of our feet,

And the very hill we climb.

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