Her face was in a bed of hair,
Like flowers in a plot --
Her hand was whiter than the sperm
That feeds the sacred light.
Her face was in a bed of hair,
Like flowers in a plot --
Her hand was whiter than the sperm
That feeds the sacred light.
Term of Light this Day begun!
And overtaken in the Dark --
Where You had put me down --
By Some one carrying a Light --
I -- too -- received the Sign.
The Emigrant of Light, it is
Afflicted for the Day.
She could not find her Yes --
And then, I brake my life -- And Lo,
A Light, for her, did solemn glow,
The larger, as her face withdrew --
And could she, further, "No"?
Morning is due to all --
To some -- the Night --
To an imperial few --
The Auroral light.
Won't somebody bring the light
So I can see which way to go
Into the everlasting snow?
You may forget the warmth he gave --
I will forget the light!
To hold a letter to the light --
Grown Tawny now, with time --
To con the faded syllables
That quickened us like Wine!
There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of Cathedral tunes.
I saw, as if my Eye were on
Another, till a Thing
And now I know 'twas Light, because
It fitted them, came in.
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes
Light swung the silver fleeces
"Peniel" Hills beyond,
And the bewildered Gymnast
Found he had worsted God!
A Toad, can die of Light --
Death is the Common Right
Of Toads and Men --
Of Earl and Midge
The privilege --
Why swagger, then?
The Neighbor in the Pool
Upon His Hip elate
Made loud obeisance and the Gnat
Held up His Cup for Light.
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