  Thought-sudden presence Out of blank air— Humming of wings! Here—a whisk and a flash! Sipping red balm there— And the silence sings. Thy will works its end In freedom complete,— Deed flashing in sheen; Forward or backward As easeful, as fleet, As a spirit unseen. Plumed gem all athrob, Thy ruby throat burns As from the hot kiss Of a heaven-smit soul As it panteth and yearns, In its rapture of bliss! Thing of beauty, of life, Bright wink of a day When we'll be what we are— Freed of this garment's hem! O soul, get thy wings, Find the red balm for aye, (Life of earth and of star!) Flash with love, a live gem! |
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