Vale: & Other Poems

Vale: & Other Poems

Vale: & Other Poems

Vale: & Other Poems



This was the heavenly hiding place

Wherein the spirit laughed a day,

All its proud ivories and fires

Shrunk to a shovelful of clay.

It must have love, this silent earth,

To leap up at the King's desire,

Moving in such a noble dance

Of wreathed ivory and fire.

It will not stir for me at all,

Nor answer me with voice or gleam.

Adieu, sweet-memoried dust, I go

After the Master for His dream.

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