Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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MOOD
As God creating did not yet create,But, quickened in His spirit, moving stood,
And felt the light, and saw that it was good
Before the lesser lights, before the great
Were fashioned, not impatient to relate
The open, clear befalling of His mood,
So dwell I in the Muses' neighbourhood,
And in the infinite soft chaos wait.
More and yet more of sights, of scents that move,
More of that silent joy about the head,
The undisturbed beholding ere the hour,
More of that resting with the dawn outspread,
The assured, the tranquil vagueness of a flower
That Time has never seen the opening of!
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