Wing Me Anew

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Wing Me Anew

Poem — An Invocation to The Master #62

I draw no savour from drifting hours
That aimless flow like a shallow brook,
For all sap is drained from the moments
Ever since Thy light my being didst take.

An endless night and unending grey twilight
Are all the varieties of Thy expanse?
Harbours not Thy infinity shores all bright,
Coasts of splendour, continents to dazzle eyes?

Aren’t Thou whirlwind’s song, storm’s symphony
And lightning beating an earthly drum?
Yet now now mad revelling ecstasy
Ranges through my sombre decorum.

Hast Thou renounced Thy fiery ways,
Swapping Thy verve for an ascetic mood?
Or some remembered solemnity of vows
That must upon my being be observed?

O divine Forerunner of the human race,
I am but laggard will and fainting heart,
So what hope mine to match Thy pace
Sans Thy force am but a bawling infant!

Wing me anew for these brand new skies,
Help me coast to Thee upon Thy will currents.