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Is It I?
Of all thy mysteries O soul this the most highWhen thou doth consent by a body to be borne,Acceding
Master, Maker
I am more than my poignancies, exceed the sum of griefs,All the rude ills I outgrow, the sorrows man
I Caught His Tread
Oh not in rhythmic breath, not in seated musing,Not in deep contemplation, nor even meditation.Oh no
Awhile My Master
Blunted the sting of living painted forms,Powerless like a maleficent hazy mistThat snarls at night
What Miracle This
What miracle this, mundane moments now donned like damselsOf brimming proud beauty from halls of Ind
Woo Me No More
No more alone burn I, many a distant fire now is near,My being’s night is crowded by constellations
Sojourns
Of all the sojourns with Thee O earth, in this thou hath grown fondest,Though harsh was thy dealings
New Births
Each day’s waking is as the start of a new birthEmerging from clouded folds of sleep’s womb,A rememb
Erstwhile Births
Upon the wall face of my mind were carved many a theme,Schemas of living and hope and dreams etched
Old Tryst
Now at last the sighs all have borne blessed fruit,The long aches of the heart have all been healed,
Miracle Maker
Sweet is the breath, sweet is each thought,Upon love’s flaming limbs am upward borne,How hath Thou i
Agencies of Thine
How many drownings shall absolve us whole,How many abnegations unchain our spirit wings,How many ren
Dearer
How shallow are these tools, these words, this knowledge,Clumsy implements the shallow ego to keep p
Thee Desiring
Through the fires of desire I pass unblemished,Borne the taunts of crude ambition unflinching,I have
Who Art Thou
With what bright contagion hast Thou infectedMy lay unknowing heart that loitered in Time?How many l
Now Am Conquered
In what age or cycle began this our blessed tryst,In what field of clash, arrayed on opposing line?W
For Thee
Wither all the endless canons of observance,Of norms and means and a vast restraint,For here is a wh
Repose Awhile
Today, today I shall spar no more with Thee,Arms forego vigour, my fingers unclenched,My heart armou
O Serpent
O hissing reed, O poison chalice, O coiled venom,Waiting like fates in the familiar bushOr sleeping
This Thine Earth
This Thine earth, deplorable and magnificent in turns swift,The life within that follows this fatal