Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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COME TO ME!
Stretching supreme to Chaos' utmost skirt,
Darkness and light and bitter marish blaze,
Tumû broke off a sheaf of his own rays,
And plunged them spluttering in dark ponds inert.
Then as one mutilate he felt the hurt
Of his own loneliness, and stood at gaze
Mute, glowing on the interminable haze
Long time with stubborn ardour. Still no spirt,
No ripple! “Come,” he shouted—“Come to me,
Come to me, come!” There was a moving power
Upward; with pressure of a lotus-flower
The waters bickered; her pure leaves blew free,
Wide to his voice, and, over Nilus' streams
Stooping, he drank his spirit's sundered beams.
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