Classic Poem

You flood my music with your autumn silence
And burn me in the flame-burst of your spring.
Lo! through my beggar-being's tattered garments
Resplendent shines your crystal heart, my King!

Like a rich song you chant your red-fire sunrise,
Deep in my dreams, and forge your white-flame moon …
You hide the crimson secret of your sunset,
And the pure golden message of your moon.

You fashion cool-grey clouds within my body,
And weave your rain into a diamond mesh.
The Universal Beauty dances, dances
A glimmering peacock in my flowering flesh!