How rhetoric-filled the evening slumbers! All sky a dark anticipated; trees Grown dark under stars that increase the dark. And midnight waters cannot glimmer 5 When gathered into an eye of age; So despair councils; mute birds averr. Now deep in years at the water's edge And lacking all right light to disclose, Must I stand grown cold yet convince, propound 10 That all lovers' hearts but beat to a purpose That Love herself is profound and good At once simple and deep (O lost and found!) Or soul an angel raging in a cage God had lost the key to unlock? 15 For I do feel both in bone and look Heroic champions of more forgotten blood Rise through the veins, charge vein and mind and glance As glory consumes imagination When timid skeleton's dispensed. 20 All whirls upon a moment in a dance!
From the collection "Ascent"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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