Poems by Themis

This Hidden World

Mysterious, magical, what is it there,

That secret sweetness in the core of things?

And this strange melody that flows and sings

In every atom of the earth and air?

Rock-crystals hold the light's delight, a rare

Close diamond-glow; pools ripple fairy rings,

Within dark burgeon-knots what live joy springs,

And what ecstatic flights the great palms dare!

This hidden world is vibrant with a Name,

A rapture pulsing in the heart's abyss,

Leaping in flame on flame of inward bliss;

Granite and flower and tree are fire and flame,

And eye of beast, and man's thought, word, desire;

And most the Word, the Name, is fire, is Fire.

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