Vigils

Lone heart, learning
By one light burning,
Slow discerning of worldhood's worth;
Soul, awaking
By night and taking
Roads forsaking enchanted earth:
Man, unguided
And self-divided,
Clocked by silence which tells decay;
You that keep
In a land asleep
One light burning till break of day:
You whose vigil
Is deed and sigil,
Bond and service of lives afar,—
Seek, in seeing
Your own blind being,
Peace, remote in the morning star.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.