LOVE—By Frances Wierman
I sought Him in the arms of common men,
Yet, in the dearest embrace
—Even then I lost their word and touch;
Beyond my ken
Loomed Him I sought, but found Him not!
I sought Him
In the tales of noble lore of knights
Who for a woman —bravely bore their swords
And died for her ...whose glove they wore.
In books I sought and found Him not!
I harried Him in dreams where His veiled face
Drew me forever on from place to place
As in an errie moonlit half-god's race
Till strength was done—
Always He won.
I sought Him through the lure of magic rite
Haunting the dawn to pluck Him from the light,
And breathed my witching calls across the night,
Calls only heard by drowsy bird!
I sought Him through the years
And hoped that Time would waft Him
From the arms of Space, to mine
Before my life rang its last tender chime—
But time stalked on aloof;
And on and on!
At length I turned me in my universe
—Lonely and driven—
As if blighting curse had marked me;
Immersing the heart of me in Unreality.
That way lay Hell!
I glimpsed its yawning door
That on all slothful souls clangs evermore!
Appalled, I sped to Earth's remotest shore
Trembling and meek —I yet would seek!
I would seek on! But where?
Not one far place
But knew me and my quest.
I braved all Space
Pleading for one long look upon His face
Whose eyes would tell
He loved me well!
Out of the silence breathed a voice like fire
That sweeps along a soughing forest-lyre;
"I come! You draw Me down
By your desire.
My own, I come to take you home!"
All glorious He stood, like sudden flame
That leaps from nothingness
From unseen world
...That has no form nor name
Some hidden place
In secret Space—
His cool grey garments swirled about my head
His mighty arm above me overspread
And at His touch all smallness in me fled;
It was but meet
I clasped His feet!
"Arise, my Spouse! Know
...All that you can love —has fed Me;
And I drew your thoughts above;
Your prayers ...impassioned with my own
I make you free ...as you freed me."
"For I am your pure vision
Chiseled clean from the eternal matrix;
All that you have seen of Beauty,
In your inmost heart—demeane,
All ecstasy is part of Me!"
He drew me close;
We soared with heart to heart
Far above Earth
And disillusions —smart and pain and longing; Nevermore to part,
For I am His —through all of Time,
And He ...is mine!
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