Poems by Themis

When will it end?

When will this poor drama end?

The tired heart begins to crack;

How long to play on and pretend

When Truth is ever calling back?

Back home to worlds beyond this show,

To arms of wondrous tenderness,

And eyes that understand and know,

And a smile the very soul's caress.

Is it not time to go home still,

And leave this pageantry and masque?

What is the naked spirit's will,

What does its deepest longing ask?

Oh, just to put by everything,

Each single thing that holds apart,

And quietly merge with all who cling

In rapture to that loving Heart.

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