Poems (Taylor)/The Immortal Hour
THE IMMORTAL HOUR
Still as great waters lying in the West, So is my spirit still.I lay my folded hands within Thy breast, My will within Thy will.O Fortune, idle pedlar, pass me by.O Death, keep far from me who cannot die.The passion-flowers are lacing o'er the sillOf my low door.—As dews their sweetness fill, So do I rest in Thee.It is mine hour. Let none set foot therein.It is mine hour unflawed of pain or sin.'Tis laid and steeped in silence, till it beA solemn dazzling crystal, to outlastAnd storm the eyes of poets when long-pastIs all the changing dream of Thee and Me.