Exasperation
All of the things I say to you
are caught away,
they fail and fall;
they pass on through
to heavens blue
on some bright, sunny day;
you hear them not at all.
Pagan
Swiftly spring to winter tends
all things hurry to their place;
but swifter far than to this end
our human hearts to nothing race.
With nothing left, no more than death,
the final goal, so swiftly found,
let craving flee with fleeing breath,
resign to fate with reason sound,
and, if you fear the heart's last beat,
then bury fear within the grave.
Time and night do not retreat.
Death will not in mercy save.
The road before is yet unknown;
who of our spirit's fate is sure?
Ask those now laid beneath the stone,
ask those who never lived nor were!
But still the battle-lines are drawn,
and still I stand, though but a husk,
and though there may not be a dawn
I yet may have a hero's dusk.
Electakyria
garden fountains pour
living streams refreshed by shower
greening leaf and blooming flower
around the lily white
fresh and dewy-petalled light
surrrounds her, silver scented
where God on earth is tented
spreading grace and fire
breaking death's desire
calming wrath and fear
see her many-gifted hand
spreading graces dear
granting merci to her knights
vital sips of paradise
vivid dreams of sainted lands
beyond all ken of bearded wise
see beneath the maddened moon
in lights bewitching to a swoon
how she walks on rain-wet paths
through shades of minds demented
boiling with an inner wrath
calming with her touch and song
the ache of heart that, maddened, longs
for better world and wonder
a fresher flower touched by dew
as the mover moves the stars
as cloud to earth will call in thunder
making every heart renewed
she calls, she moves, she draws
the knight to learn of loving awe
inspires she to seek the true
by gentle kiss of breath
a wind outracing wings of death
bringing hoping heart to light
she speaks her troth and gives us life
