every moment flies. 
    And unto the mighty mother, gay, eternal, rise
    All the hopes we hold, the gladness, dreams of things to be. 
    One of all thy generations, mother, hails to thee. 
    Hail, and hail, and hail for ever, though I turn again
    From thy joy unto the human vestiture of pain. 
    I, thy child who went forth radiant in the golden prime,
    Find thee still the mother-hearted through my night in time: 
    Find in thee the old enchantment there behind the veil
    Where the gods, my brothers, linger.  Hail, for ever hail!

DIVINE VISITATION

    The heavens lay hold on us:  the starry rays
    Fondle with flickering fingers brow and eyes: 
    A new enchantment lights the ancient skies. 
    What is it looks between us gaze on gaze? 
    Does the wild spirit of the endless days
    Chase through my heart some lure that ever flies? 
    Only I know the vast within me cries
    Finding in thee the ending of all ways. 
    Ah, but they vanish; the immortal train
    From thee, from me, depart, yet take from thee
    Memorial grace:  laden with adoration
    Forth from this heart they flow that all in vain
    Would stay the proud eternal powers that flee
    After the chase in burning exultation.

THE MASTER SINGER

    A laughter in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass;
    And one by one the words of light as joydrops through my being pass. 
    I am the sunlight in the heart, the silver moonglow in the mind;
    My laughter runs and ripples through the wavy tresses of the wind. 
    I am the fire upon the hills, the dancing flame that leads afar
    Each burning-hearted wanderer, and I the dear and homeward star. 
    A myriad lovers died for me, and in their latest yielded breath
    I woke in glory giving them immortal life though touched by death. 
    They knew me from the dawn of time:  if Hermes beats his rainbow wings,
    If Angus shakes his locks of light, or golden-haired Apollo sings,
    It matters not the name, the land; my joy in all the gods abides: 
    Even in the cricket in the grass some dimness of me smiles and hides. 
    For joy of me the day star glows, and in delight and wild desire
    The peacock twilight rays aloft its plumes and blooms of shadowy fire,
    Where in the vastness too I burn through summer nights and ages long,
    And with the fiery footed Watchers shake in myriad dance and song.

APHRODITE

    Not unremembering we pass our exile from the starry ways: 
    One timeless hour in time we caught from the long night of endless days. 
    With solemn gaiety the stars danced far withdrawn on elfin heights: 
    The lilac breathed amid the shade of green and blue and citron lights.