Poems by Themis

What Word of Fire

What word of fire, Goddess, what white spell,

Swift-soaring upwards through these silent skies,

May reach those worlds of splendour and surprise,

Your home of love where all life's meanings dwell?

Had we the purity we could compel

You to come down to us; had we the eyes

To see those veiled ineffable secrecies,

The mystery of your being, there would well

Within our hearts such inward power, we'd grow

To utter loveliness and be with you,

Free from the anguish of this senseless show,

Free from the fiery rounds of death and birth,

For ever in your sweetness fashioned anew,

Till, Lady, you once more descend to earth.

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