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This Multitude
Here, glimpse this awhile, my tattered tome,A sheaf of parchments bearing anguish’s ink,Here record
Hourly Rebellion
That’s how long it lasts, my hourly rebellion,Quashed by a mere fond remembrance,My human pride meet
To Linger Thus
Mine is no shopkeeper-heart that doth haggleFor every sliver of ardour and feeling,Unasked I gush fo
Battling Iron
Is this how Thou didst in Thy body gainThat unhuman sheen like living gold,Was it only application o
Pilgrimage of Mind
Does it count, when with mind swift-winged,I fly to Thy abode that is my world’s centre?Even as Thee
Thee and Thy Word
Are these separate, Thee and Thy word,As from a rooted tree appears a fruit?Or is thy word like a wi
Inverser
What a strange Divine art ThouDivining intents that I never sought,From my every cry somehowThou dot
Mysterious Intent
Now that churn of heights is doneAnd nothing to impede yet remains,Thou hast dredging of deeps begun
Not Again
Oh Thou art not what Thou seemest,A tranquil visage and silver maned,Calm browed gaze and a halo ble
Thy Truth, Thy Falsity
How many gates hast Thou devisedTo shield Thyself from my adoration,How many veils hast Thou donnedT
A Lamp
The stain of soot on a lamp spentMirrors my grime earned in deeds,The charred residue of a wick burn
Squander Not
Whence the tide of events that leave me thusOn a lonely shore by hope unfrequented,Where the winds t
Purchase Thy Smile
A rigged game is this, a battle one-sided,The end determined at moment of birthAs night is certain w
Appointed Ills
Oh take them back, take them all back,Thy laws sour and the fates that glare,The destiny biding its
Time’s Pauper
Oh what could I ever bring from fallen spheres,From this clay-fostered form a fit offeringIs hardly
None Shall Know
When the long years are all accountedFor fresh fervour and marless yield,When the seed of me is exam
Deplorable Scheme
My piety was pure, my adoration unflinching,My rejections inevitable, gaze to all equal,My hymns wer
Strange
Strange is the manner of Thy loving,An anvil for bed and hammer to kiss,A furnace to ease passions g
How Is It
Who shall venture here of the living,These snow blasted peaks inhumanWith the howl of storms unrelen
What Aid
From basalt I seem to claw for absent gain,A harsh bloody endeavour without fruit,To sow and plow wi