
The soul & heart, all mine & all of me,
Floats over small body and huge abyss
Easily dissolved into a hot mist
Or not so, to rise quickly and swiftly,
Like the glimmering, vapor breath of dawn,
Into heaven’s bourne and the breast of God,
As speedy and as hidden as a nod,
Upon the whirling wind and garden song.
The I lives on as the body unwinds.
What shall keep grave me sinking down to hell?
(So heavy and so long dead the soul that fell.)
Long time before mere Worthies’ hope, I find,
An older good, an ancient Love, perhaps
The Light Who spoke to me before the Hap.
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