Poems eBook

Denis Florence MacCarthy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 215 pages of information about Poems.

Poems eBook

Denis Florence MacCarthy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 215 pages of information about Poems.

’Deep, deep are loving eyes,
Flowed with naphtha fiery sweet;
And the point is paradise,
Where their glances meet: 
Their reach shall yet be more profound,
And a vision without bound: 
The axis of those eyes sun-clear
Be the axis of the sphere: 
So shall the lights ye pour amain
Go, without check or intervals,
Through from the empyrean walls
Unto the same again.’

Higher far into the pure realm,
Over sun and star,
Over the flickering Daemon film,
Thou must mount for love;
Into vision where all form
In one only form dissolves;
In a region where the wheel
On which all beings ride
Visibly revolves;
Where the starred, eternal worm
Girds the world with bound and term;
Where unlike things are like;
Where good and ill,
And joy and moan,
Melt into one.

There Past, Present, Future, shoot
Triple blossoms from one root;
Substances at base divided,
In their summits are united;
There the holy essence rolls,
One through separated souls;
And the sunny Aeon sleeps
Folding Nature in its deeps,
And every fair and every good,
Known in part, or known impure,
To men below,
In their archetypes endure. 
The race of gods,
Or those we erring own,
Are shadows flitting up and down
In the still abodes. 
The circles of that sea are laws
Which publish and which hide the cause.

Pray for a beam
Out of that sphere,
Thee to guide and to redeem. 
O, what a load
Of care and toil,
By lying use bestowed,
From his shoulders falls who sees
The true astronomy,
The period of peace. 
Counsel which the ages kept
Shall the well-born soul accept. 
As the overhanging trees
Fill the lake with images,—­
As garment draws the garment’s hem,
Men their fortunes bring with them. 
By right or wrong,
Lands and goods go to the strong. 
Property will brutely draw
Still to the proprietor;
Silver to silver creep and wind,
And kind to kind.

Nor less the eternal poles
Of tendency distribute souls. 
There need no vows to bind
Whom not each other seek, but find. 
They give and take no pledge or oath,—­
Nature is the bond of both: 
No prayer persuades, no flattery fawns,—­
Their noble meanings are their pawns. 
Plain and cold is their address,
Power have they for tenderness;
And, so thoroughly is known
Each other’s counsel by his own,
They can parley without meeting;
Need is none of forms of greeting;
They can well communicate
In their innermost estate;
When each the other shall avoid,
Shall each by each be most enjoyed.

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