Whatever Thou Art

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Whatever Thou Art

Sonnet

Does a new sun of mosaic light shine on me
Through a clan of clouds marching over azure,
A sturdy aerial breed of grey and bright silver
Making a daily hour many nights, many a day.

Like the first sun over new sleeping soil
It kindles all my dormant parts to wake
And weaves a spell to new faculties make
With a strange occult means I can’t yet tell.

Yet this sun brings not dusk nor dawn,
Only steadily imposes an unearthly weather;
What must bloom here I can’t quite gather,
Yet I till my being to this unearthly sun.

Whatever Thou art above all being hovering
May Thou our all shackles be shattering.