Poems (Cromwell)/Intuition

by Gladys Cromwell

For works with similar titles, see Intuition.

INTUITION

Rhythms of exultation flow In dusky regions far behind The formal meadows of the mind. Sighs waft syllables, as blow The winds the grasses to and fro.

The shape of cloud, as thought effaces Dream, eclipses the moon's lustre. My winged stars, like swallows, cluster In the deep enchanted spaces That imagination traces.