Where bides the soul in these late wanderings, As suddenly I wake from sleep to find Embrace of the beloved's angel wings Enfolding me, the seeker, deaf and blind?
Walking lightly through the snow-drift air Thoughts appear suddenly more real Than powder-flakes that brush my tousled hair And I am thrust upon Ezekiel's wheel.
I have beheld millenniums of stars But never have I known a love so close, O Mother, no time delays, no distance bars Thy presence, stronger than the scented rose.
Now all my being yields at thy command Desirous of the blessings from thy hand.
Poems Undated (1727)
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