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an, Of silent cryptic trees, There is a shrine the worldliest Would near with bended knees. Green, thro a torii, the way Leads to it, worn, across A rivulet whose voice intones With mystery of moss. A mystery that is everywhere: The god beneath his shrine Seems but a mossy shape--yet so Ensheathed is more divine. For tho Nature has muffled him And sealed him there away, The meaning of all faith remains-- That men will ever pray. Aye will, as long as soul has need, As long as earth is sod With tombs, bow down the knee to all That wakens in them God. THE QUESTION I shall lie so one day, With lips of Silence set; Eyes that no tear can wet Again: a thing of Clay. I shall lie so, and Earth Will seize again her dust-- Though she must gnaw and rust The coffin's iron girth. I shall lie so--and they Who still the Day bestride, Will stand so by my side And with sad yearning say: "What is he now, this man, Shut in a pallor there, His spirit that could dare, What--what now is its span? "A withered atom's space Within a withered brain? Or can it from the Wain To far Orion race?" And, like all that have died, I shall but answer--naught. Yet Time this truth has taught: The Question--will abide. I'LL LOOK NO MORE I'll look no more! thro timeless hours my eyes Without intent have watched the slowing flight Of ebon crows across quiescent skies Till all are gone; the last, a lonely bird, Scudding to rest thro streams of golden curd That flow far eastward to the coming night. And as I turn again to foiling thought My spirit leaves me--as faint zephyrs leave The trees at evening; tho all day they've sought A place to hide them in and fondly grieve. And silently the slow oil sinks beneath The noiseless burning wick of yellow flame. It is as if God back to him would breathe All the world's given life, and end its Aim. NIGHT'S OCCULTISM Northward the twilight thro dark drifts Of cloud-wreck lingers cold. Southward the sated lightning sinks Beneath the wooded wold. Eastward immovable deep shade Is sealed with mystery. Westward a memory of dead gold Wakes on a sunset sea. Under, is earth's still orbiting; Over, a clearing star: In all, the spirit litany Of life's strange avatar.
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