Carriers

by AE
Those features that enchant you,
Light limbs that shine like air:
Be of one spell the master;
The coloured wisp may bear
Unto the Magic-Maker.
Yea, a wisp of dream will bear.

Too rich a freight may founder.
Imperial dreams go down.
For light must be the galleon
That shall not sink and drown.
Thin is the airy ocean.
Yea, a crumb of earth may drown.

They tell in sacred story
One caught a wisp of dream,
And saw in holy aether
A shining woman gleam,
The Usha, the Dawn Maiden;
Yea, the beauty beyond dream.
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