The ancient rhythms pulse beneath my feet But I have leaden steps, I cannot move, All melody is stilled, how shall I greet Another spring that promises of love?
I watched her slowly die, silently Slipping through the shell of flesh and bone, Pulmonary insufficiency! I knew her soul the body had outgrown.
But now I am devoid of inner sight, The mind no help and reason sadly fails To comprehend the passing of a light Before which all our understanding pales.
Yet I have held the overflowing cup And rosy dawn delights the tearful eye, The wings of joy again shall lift me up To summits where the bright archangels fly,
And one day waking out of sorrow's trance I shall hear again the music of the spheres, On silver-sandaled feet resume the dance, For whom we wait, the One beloved nears.
Poems Undated (1727)
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