Poems (Linn)/Kinship
KINSHIP.
FLOWER of beauty what are you saying,
From the deep silences whither you came?
Out of your heart of gold some thought is straying,
Touching my heart like a quivering flame.
From the deep silences whither you came?
Out of your heart of gold some thought is straying,
Touching my heart like a quivering flame.
Lift me your chalice with sweet insistence.
Why is this heart-thrill as if a loved friend
Had looked unto me from a grave in the distance,
Rising to tell me death is not the end?
Why is this heart-thrill as if a loved friend
Had looked unto me from a grave in the distance,
Rising to tell me death is not the end?
Say! were we star-mist whirling and swinging,
And sweeping and spinning through the blue space?
Heard we together the angel host singing?
Left we together the glorified place?
And sweeping and spinning through the blue space?
Heard we together the angel host singing?
Left we together the glorified place?
Beautiful flower divinity in us
Makes you akin to my innermost soul,
That from the gloom and the silence did win us;
Outworking from darkness towards heaven we stole.
Makes you akin to my innermost soul,
That from the gloom and the silence did win us;
Outworking from darkness towards heaven we stole.
O, wonderful flower what are you telling?
That you have God-force that strives to express
Through a frail flower, infinity dwelling
In visible form. Am I more, am I less?
That you have God-force that strives to express
Through a frail flower, infinity dwelling
In visible form. Am I more, am I less?