Old Tryst

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Old Tryst

Poem

Now at last the sighs all have borne blessed fruit,
The long aches of the heart have all been healed,
The golden end close of this mine old old tryst,
My whole being in a happy unison has now smiled.

Renounce O mine eyes, thy unwept tears stored,
Forego O heart all thy pent up sorrow and grief,
What use O fingers to clench maiming sword,
What use O mind for thy little hope and belief,

All mine grammars reduced into Thy single name,
All the syntax of life grown for its sole utterance,
My firefly spark caught in blaze of Thy sun-flame,
How magnificent are the means of Thy deliverance!

For now we near home, the border meets our glimpse,
Of the bright haven, the shining crystal coast
That harbours our marvellous twin shining Suns,
Through all perambulations in Time our promises kept.

Now our labours reduce to a single gesture’s round,
An eternal obeisance in our souls to forever hold.