Poems by Themis

There is No Question

There is no question; one stark fact remains:

What she had promised to do she has done.

If men grope blindly, does it mean the sun

Illumines not their pathways and their plains?

Why! her love's Sun has kissed even the drains

Of our desires, has drunk the vapours dun

Of guttered falsehood where night's waters run.

What hasn't she done? If in our brains and veins

The Fire still burns low, it is best we seal

Our stupid lips and roll ourselves to sleep...

She called the brave with all their faith to leap

Into those dangerous depths her heart explored,

Daring the unknown darkness to reveal

The flame-gold body that must house the Lord.

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