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"-in those moments, rarely known,
When the soul feels her wings,
Emblazoned upon star and stone
There flash immortal things;
Through Nature's gates wide open thrown
A wild voice sings and sings.
Comes secret sense through veils confessed,
And God eludes no more,
But doth most surely manilest,
And all His worlds restore;
Methinks that word of peace and rest
High-seated saints read o'er.
Lost word and last word, far and long,
Heard through the closing gate,
Dies the dim echo of thy song!
Soul, is it dark and late?
Vast is the void, though hope is strong,
We languish, but await."
This quest of the Lost Word, the truth that has been forgotten or has never yet been found, is the keynote of much that is best in the book. If there were space here for quotations one might quote passages memorable for their music or their beauty of thought or expression from " The Morality of the Lost Word," a dramatic " mystery " play, or from such shorter poems as " How I came to the sea," "How I also sang Mass," "To you in absence," "Valete," and some half-dozen others. There is true gold of poetry in the book, and often more of real thought and suggestiveness in a single page than would go to the making of a whole volume of average minor verse.
Posted February 4, 2013
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