The Invisible Bride She kindles the desire Whereby the gods survive The white ideal fire That keeps my soul alive. Now at the wondrous hour She leaves her star supreme, And comes in the night's still power To touch me with a dream. Sibyl of mystery On roads beyond our ken, I know a valley in the summer hills, There's a feel of all things flowing, And no power of Earth can bind them; There's a sense of all things growing, And through all their forms a-glowing Of the shaping souls behind them. And the break of beauty heightens And the soul behind it lightens, The Climb of Life See the still hand of the Shaper, Moving in the dusk of being: Burns at first a misty taper, Like the moon in veil of vapor, When the rack of night is fleeing. In the stone a dream is sleeping, With the skies beyond the dreamer. So the Lord of Life is flinging |