Poems and Sonnets

Excerpt from Poems and Sonnets

Good sir, I tell thee, That day was hell, and every day was hell. While the sun shone I jogged along the road Hearing my heart moan always, Joy IS dead, And Love is dead, and Life is dead. At night I lay awake beneath the trees and looked With no hope on the hopeless face of heaven. And thus I wandered, knowing no relief, Till one late sunset, tired, hot, and thirsty, In the deep wood I halted by a pool, Set amid moss and ?owers, motionless As the unsullied sky, placid and calm As the sweet prayerful days an anchoret Hallows with loving service. I lay down To lap the water like a panting dog, When in its cool depths, glowing like a star On a hot summer night, my eyes beheld The Grail, unfolded like the Mystic Rose, Petal on petal, transmuting all my soul From burnt-out ashes into ?ame. The vision Lifted my sins from off me like a cloak Meseemed the pride of life, the love of praise.