To this true hand giant hearts come leaping For it upholds them in such gentle wrath As makes them beat with truer beating Until uneven pulses fountain only worth: 5 Which is what true hearts and friends together do, Each the other chiding higher Until all of air beneath them blues And stars peep out beside them, wan and weak, And all the crucible world below seems and is 10 Shrunk to the simple dimension of a dish--- Thus their flaming souls are brought to finest light That burns hottest in that dispersed place Empty of high substance but what high hearts have brought Giant out of themselves by giant wish.
From the collection "Ascent"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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