Poems by Themis

Whom the Spirit Seeks

Myriads of worlds crash in our hearts each day,

Yet in strange ocean-founts renewed they rise,

Grow vast in understanding as the skies,

Though hatreds rage and comrade-souls betray.

And still through nights of peril and dismay,

The dark suns' war, the cosmic agonies,

To the clear heart's lone cry something replies,

The voice of One who calls all hearts away...

One whom the spirit seeks through many births,

Through storm-break, heart-break, howling winds

of doom

In forests passion-black, wastes of life's mire,

Deserts and debris, ruins of ancient earths;

— One who, unseen, leads her through death and gloom

Pathfinder, Friend, the Guardian of her Fire.

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