If perfect moments on the peak of things,
These tops of knowledge, greatness, ecstasy,
Are only moments, this too enough might be.
I have put on the rapid flaming wings
Of souls whom the Ignorance black-robed Nature brings
And the frail littleness of mortality
Can bind not always. A high sovereignty
Makes them awhile creation’s radiant kings.
These momentary upliftings of the soul
Prepare the spirit’s glorious permanence.
The peace of God, a mighty transience,
Is now my spirit’s boundless atmosphere.
All parts are gathered into a timeless whole;
All moments blaze in an eternal year.
Notes on Text
29 September 1939, revised 2 October. Four handwritten manuscripts.
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