AWASH in light, but light I cannot see forgotten tongues proclaim the call of day and move to pierce the skein of scenes that play about my mind; the thread of memory I find and take in hand, and suddenly alone I wake—my love has gone away and with my dreams has fled upon his way outside, a robin sings, but not for me one day you may find him in some far-off land where space translates and does not divide and distances submit to light’s command dissemblance finds no guile to paint or hide for hearts are clear, eager to understand, and each impression ferry deep inside where God reigns with the soul, his only bride
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