25.12.2007, 10:29
The Seraph and Poet
The seraph sings before the manifest
God-One, and in the burning of the Seven
And with the full fife of consummate Heaven
Heaving beneath him, like a mother's breast
Warm with her first-born's slumber in that nest.
The poet sings upon the earth graveriven,
Befor the naughty world, soon selfforgiven
For wronging him, - and in the darkness prest
From his own soul by worldly weights. Even so,
Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high.
Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low.
The universe's inward voices cry
'Amen' to either song of joy and woe.
Sing, seraph, - poet, - sing on equally!
The seraph sings before the manifest
God-One, and in the burning of the Seven
And with the full fife of consummate Heaven
Heaving beneath him, like a mother's breast
Warm with her first-born's slumber in that nest.
The poet sings upon the earth graveriven,
Befor the naughty world, soon selfforgiven
For wronging him, - and in the darkness prest
From his own soul by worldly weights. Even so,
Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high.
Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low.
The universe's inward voices cry
'Amen' to either song of joy and woe.
Sing, seraph, - poet, - sing on equally!