The Book of the Rose

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

CHILD OF THE INFINITE


 

Sun, and Moon, and Wind, and Flame,
Dust, and Dew, and Day and Night,—
Ye endure. Shall I endure not,
Though so fleeting in your sight?
Ye return. Shall I return not,
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Flesh, or in the flesh's despite?
Ye are mighty. But I hold you
Compassed in a vaster might.

Sun, before your flaming circuit
Smote upon the uncumbered dark,

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I, within the Thought Eternal
Palpitant, a quenchless spark,
Watched while God awoke and set you
For a measure and a mark.

Dove of Heaven, ere you brooded
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Whitely o'er the shoreless waste,
And upon the driven waters
Your austere enchantment placed,
I was power in God's conception,
Without rest and without haste.
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Breath of Time, before your whisper
Wandered o'er the naked world,
Ere your wrath from pole to tropic
Running Alps of ocean hurled,
I, the germ of storm in stillness,
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At the heart of God lay furled.

Journeying Spirit, ere your tongues
Taught the perished to aspire,
Charged the clod, and called the mortal
Through the reinitiant fire,
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I was of the fiery impulse
Urging the Divine Desire.

Seed of Earth, when down the void
You were scattered from His hand,
When the spinning clot contracted,
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Globed and greened at His command,
I, behind the sifting fingers,
Saw the scheme of beauty planned.

Phantom of the Many Waters,
When no more you fleet and fall,
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When no more your round you follow,
Infinite, ephemeral,
At the feet of the Unsleeping
I shall toss you like a ball.

Rolling Masks of Life and Death,
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When no more your ancient place
Knows you, when your light and darkness
Swing no longer over space,
My remembrance shall restore you
To the favour of His face.
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