Whym Chow: Flame of Love By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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[O Now, Now!]
O Now, Now!
Ever like the sun, the South
Sparkling sun that floods us from the South—
Leaving in our brain no drouth
For a future, no regret
Backward, bidding us forget;
State of bliss that keenly yearns
On the mortal dust it burns
At its whole eternal heart,
Whence free light and motion start;
Joy above immediate pain,
Where no changes wax or wane.
Ever like the sun, the South
Sparkling sun that floods us from the South—
Leaving in our brain no drouth
For a future, no regret
Backward, bidding us forget;
State of bliss that keenly yearns
On the mortal dust it burns
At its whole eternal heart,
Whence free light and motion start;
Joy above immediate pain,
Where no changes wax or wane.
O Now, Now!
Moment everlasting, thrill
Of Life's immortality, a thrill
Never slaked and sweeter still
When we live as God hath breath,
Safe beyond those dreams of death—
What is gone and what shall come,
Mere annihilation's sum!
Readiness, sweet Hamlet—true!
“Readiness is all”. Adieu
To aught else, if we would be
Present in life's mystery.
Moment everlasting, thrill
Of Life's immortality, a thrill
Never slaked and sweeter still
When we live as God hath breath,
Safe beyond those dreams of death—
What is gone and what shall come,
Mere annihilation's sum!
Readiness, sweet Hamlet—true!
“Readiness is all”. Adieu
To aught else, if we would be
Present in life's mystery.
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O Now, Now!
Little Love, God's Moment, bright,
Ever with us, yearning bright
In thine every leap of light,
In thy spring of instant glance,
Clear from ebb of circumstance;
Animate from birth to birth
Of Life's Moment new on earth,
Thou art here as sparkling sun
In thy presence, brightest One.
Little Love, God's Moment, bright,
Ever with us, yearning bright
In thine every leap of light,
In thy spring of instant glance,
Clear from ebb of circumstance;
Animate from birth to birth
Of Life's Moment new on earth,
Thou art here as sparkling sun
In thy presence, brightest One.
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