2. ROUNDELAY OF HEARTS.
Ever with equal
Raising and sinking of pinions
In postures higher and higher
Repeated
Above the burden of earth
Prevails the glory of soaring.
Spirit voices are chanting the paths of grace,
Like birds encircling their whilom nests,
In magical gardens of enchantments,
O mystical husbandman!
Hear ye the secret seething of blood? Simmer of ripening ferment
Dazing the senses? Feverish chiming in darkness of hives?
Grievous music of hearts, attuned by the ages like strings
For starry harmony?
Wailing of strings too tensely wound, rended apart?
And scouring all worlds, the fiery cadence,
Compassing seraphic harmony?
Baffling remembrance of myriads in glorious embrace,
Ere this visible cosmos blossomed with heavy splendour
Amid infinities?
