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Hollow Proclamations
Oh I tried through the blitz of hoursTo the match the pace of rapid day,But at wake I began so breat
For Thy Will
A slow welter of melancholies sweeps,The tongue lies mute and inarticulate,The feet weighed by immen
Does This Suffice
The flotsam of a far broken melody arrivedWashed to ear-shores by the wind’s waters,Broken sweet not
Axing Hours
Something Thou hast removed nowIn this interval of quick skirmish,A vein or strain is gone somehow,I
Quell This
What affront have I rendered Thee ever,Did a human gesture conspicuously lowSlip out in throes of ig
Do As Thou Wilt
I but asked Thee for Homer’s strainOr a wide vision all Shakespearean,Lyrical beauty of a ValmikiOr
Gloryless
Wither this brief digression into this dire cuspWhere meet surface and a region most infernal,By wha
Pilgrim Routes
To all Thy extremities I have paid homage;The sullen days and deplorable nightsThat alternate the sp
Fire
What fire hast Thou lit withinThat burns every savour in everything?It leaves but a patina thinAnd a
I Come, I Come
Row, row the oar of willTo the beats of a drummer time,Strive, strive by thought still,Until is foun
O Grandeur
O King, O Exemplar, O Star beyond measures,From what supreme aristocracy of the soulWert Thou wrough
For Thee
Too brief is the lease of solar hoursLent by arc of a common day,How press the siege of circumstance
Thy Infant
Through the relay of the hours that runPassing the baton moment to momentI would yet catch a pause t
Irreversible Change
No sap I find in savours of the world,No hues I glean in these painted forms,Everywhere is a mood du
Thou Alone
Birthmarks have I none, nor ideograms of prophecy,No features of distinction, nor lineage of old glo
Thy Words
What hast Thou poured in Thy wordsThat it must baffle and allure me so?What light is in there that v
Threshold
O keeper of silences, guardian of our havens,Lofty are thy reprieves, above the press of days,Season
Am Companioned
Another dusk closes the page of dayWhose light seeks refuge behind the hills,All Nature pauses its l
As At Start
A hundred anchors are now cut asunder,A great breath and a vast sky are companions,Only Thy whim mak
Beloved Unseen
How many years hast Thou tainted of mine,Illumining my days with shining thoughtsBearing down from T