25.12.2007, 15:37
Futurity
And, O belovèd voices, upon which
Ours passionately call, because ere long
Ye brake off in the middle of that song
We sang together softly, to enrich
The poor world with the sense of love, and witch
The heart out of things evil, - I am strong,
Knowing ye are not lost for ay among
The hills, with last year's thrush. God keeps a niche
In Heaven, to hold our idols: and albeit
He brake them to our faces, and denied
That our close kisses should impair their white, -
I know we shall behold them raised, complete,
The dust swept from their beauty, - glorified
New Memnons singing in the great God-light.
And, O belovèd voices, upon which
Ours passionately call, because ere long
Ye brake off in the middle of that song
We sang together softly, to enrich
The poor world with the sense of love, and witch
The heart out of things evil, - I am strong,
Knowing ye are not lost for ay among
The hills, with last year's thrush. God keeps a niche
In Heaven, to hold our idols: and albeit
He brake them to our faces, and denied
That our close kisses should impair their white, -
I know we shall behold them raised, complete,
The dust swept from their beauty, - glorified
New Memnons singing in the great God-light.