Lyrical Poems

Someone broods there nameless and bodiless, Conscious and lonely, deathless and infinite, And, sole in a still eternal rapture, Gathers all things to his heart for ever.

Who was it that came to me in a boat made of dream-fire, With his flame brow and his sun-gold body?

Calm yet shall release thee; an immense peace and a large streaming of white silence, Broad plains shall be thine, greenness surround thee, and wharved cities and life’s labour

Now the waste-land, now the silence; A blank dark wall, and behind it heaven.

"Feel thyself God-born, know thyself deathless. Timeless return to thy immortal existence."

Something watches behind, Spirit or Self or Soul, Viewing Space and its toil, waiting the end of Time.

All my cells thrill swept by a surge of splendour, Soul and body stir with a mighty rapture, Light and still more light like an ocean billows Over me, round me.

Not with one moment of sharp close or the slow fall of a dim curtain the play ceases: Yet is there Time to be crossed, lives to be lived out, the unplayed acts of the soul’s drama.

To the lives sundered can Time bring rejoining, Love that was slain be reborn with the body? In the mind null, from the heart’s chords rejected, Lost to the sense, but the spirit remembers!