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Love

       
          I.

    Thou, from the first, unborn, undying Love,
    Albeit we gaze not on thy glories near,
    Before the face of God didst breathe and move,
    Though night and pain and rain and death reign here.
    Thou foldest, like a golden atmosphere,
    The very throne of the eternal God;
    Passing through thee the edicts of his fear
    Are mellowed into music, borne abroad
    By the loud winds, though they uprend the sea,
    Even from its central deeps: thine empery
    Is over all; thou wilt not brook eclipse;
    Thou goest and returnest to His leeps
    Like lightning: thou dost ever brood above
    The silence of all hearts, unutterable Love.
     

          II.

    To know thee is all wisdom, and old age
    Is but to know thee: dimly we behold thee
    Athwart the veils of evils which infold thee.
    We beat upon our aching hearts in rage;
    We cry for thee; we deem the world thy tomb.
    As dwellers in lone planets look upon
    The mighty disk of their majestic sun,
    Hollowed in awful chasms of wheeling gloom,
    Making their day dim, so we gaze on thee.
    Come, thou of many crowns, white-robéd Love,
    Oh! rend the veil in twain: all men adore thee;
    Heaven crieth after thee; earth waiteth for thee;
    Breathe on thy wingéd throne, and it shall move
    In music and in light o’er land and sea.
     

          III.

    And now–methinks I gaze upon thee now,
    As on a serpent in his agonies
    Awe-stricken Indians; what time laid low
    And crushing the thick fragrant reeds he lies,
    When the new year warm-breathéd on the Earth,
    Waiting to light him with her purple skies,
    Calls to him by the fountain to uprise.
    Already with the pangs of a new birth
    Strain the hot spheres of his convulséd eyes,
    And in his writhings awful hues begin
    To wander down his sable-sheeny sides,
    Like light on troubled waters: from within
    Anon he rusheth forth with merry din,
    And in him light and joy and strength abides;
    And from his brows a crown of living light
    Looks through the thick-stemmed woods by day and night.
     


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