Nature
The sweep, O heart, of Love's account!
From Song-Waves (1900)
The sweep, O heart, of Love's account!
Hearken: "I am of life the Fount;
All are within My deeps of Being,
The toiling city, the sea, the mount.
"Yea, when thou cleav'st the pillared tree,
Raisest the stone, I am with thee;
Darkness and light, flux and becoming,
Signal My presence, and ceaselessly.
"Regard Me not as though afar;
Ope thine heart's eyes, and, lo, My Star
Burns 'neath Time's vesture, true Shekinah,
Centre and Soul of the things that are."
Codex Note
From the sequence Song-Waves (1900)
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MLA
Rand, Theodore Harding. “The sweep, O heart, of Love's account!” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rand_th/85/.
Chicago
Rand, Theodore Harding. “The sweep, O heart, of Love's account!” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rand_th/85/.
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