  When that last dawn comes, what will it be?— A plume of fire on a cloud of gray; A shrouded ship in a cocoon sea; A mountain peak with its one gold star; A bird’s nest swung by a silver wind; Or the curve of an arm with its cradled child? What will that last dawn be? And God, what will God be? The plume of fire or the mist-spun ship, The mountain peak with its signal star, The nest blown wide for the coming day, Or the child in the human passionate arms?... I wonder what God will be And who shall see! |
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