[After many days, in] Through Love to Light | ||
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AFTER MANY DAYS.
Not out of any cloud or skyWill thy good come to prayer or cry.
Let the great forces, wise of old,
Have their whole way with thee,
Crumble thy heart from its hold,
Drown thy life in the sea.
And æons hence, some day,
The love thou gavest a child,
The dream in a midnight wild,
The word thou would'st not say,—
Or in a whisper no one dared to hear,—
Shall gladden earth and bring the golden year.
[After many days, in] Through Love to Light | ||