For her sundered from space and time
at the dawn of phenomenon,
not the little pettinesses of our world:
and
a portal to the unknown beyond -
the sky flaming red at dusk,
still in the lake the late summer hill
little a bloom in the bush hidden,
even shy a smile devoid of guile,
little every joy here;
Thought they,
faint of heart she was:
but every swoon carried her across
the world of the river of lights
In Her presence dawned on this
forlorn our earth -
Beauty since the beginning of time
exuberant in the hills
in the plumes and vales
and in the cruel hearts of men;
And grandeur, of the kind
unbeknown before, as the king
her father sewed up an empire vast;
And perfection in works
unknown before -
in every weave and hew;
All that men ascribed to her
father the great.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
For her sundered from space and time
at the dawn of phenomenon,
not the little pettinesses of our world:
and
a portal to the unknown beyond -
the sky flaming red at dusk,
still in the lake the late summer hill
little a bloom in the bush hidden,
even shy a smile devoid of guile,
little every joy here;
Thought they,
faint of heart she was:
but every swoon carried her across
the world of the river of lights
In Her presence dawned on this
forlorn our earth -
Beauty since the beginning of time
exuberant in the hills
in the plumes and vales
and in the cruel hearts of men;
And grandeur, of the kind
unbeknown before, as the king
her father sewed up an empire vast;
And perfection in works
unknown before -
in every weave and hew;
All that men ascribed to her
father the great.
