Poems (Katharine Elizabeth Howard)/Elixir brims the vase of gold

by Katharine Elizabeth Howard

TO M. S. T.

Elixir brims the vase of gold,
The purple hills draw near,
The mysteries of old, of old,
Are coming clear.
Elixir brims the cup of gold,
The sparkle quivers at the brim
And falls in shining showers,—
I see beyond the purple rim
The radiant towers.
Elixir brims the vase of gold;
In ecstasy my spirit cries
To those far fanes, Behold! Behold!
And upward flies.
Far—far—I see with vision's eyes
The sun-gates open flare,—
On soaring pinions I arise
Strong, eagle-wise.
The mysteries of old, of old,
Are coming clear,
The purple hills grow near,
Elixir brims the vase of gold.