One day in my youth a glimpse of eternity came And pierced me in the contact of Thy gaze. It stands a monument of gathered light A force-field filled with all Thy lambent rays.
The instant when thou leaned and touched this flesh And the strands of thy silver hair were softly pressed Between thy fingers and my burning breast, Such joy recalled, the psychic being blessed.
Often now the heart invokes Thy name To touch these centres still involved in night, Make all my life a paean to Thee, O Lord, Enfold my soul in all Thy calm delight.
Poems Undated (1727)
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