Poems by Themis

Winds of Sense

All the stupid winds of sense

Rush their gates in ceaseless flow,

To reach the four directions whence

The universal life-breaths blow;

And passion-haunted, passion-roused,

Storm through the world in idiot glee,

In wrecking restlessness unhoused

And falling in the nether sea.

From there in frantic shapes again

They rise and cloud the heart and mind;

Till dark delirium racks the brain

And black fires turn the vision blind.

The wise of soul all close the gates,

And fasten them against that night;

The fool of life but dissipates

The beauty of his Love's delight.

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