Vale & Other Poems

Vale & Other Poems

Vale & Other Poems

Vale & Other Poems

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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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