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Robin Hyde


The Desolate Star And Other Poems
   

South


God send my ship of dreams to-night
Far voyaging,
Seeking for sunsets that have waited long
For any eye to see
Their awful radiance of revelation:
The golden wings of the creative spirit
Still brooding over ice and lifeless ocean,
The seed and flower still locked within the brain
That dreams of setting grass, and fluttering
Small breasts of birds, and naked limbs of children,
In wastes transformed. Then let my lost ship find
The giant and fantastic passages,
Ice-caverns mocking, green and insolent,
The hoary blizzards mounted on their walls ó
Citadels that shall take so long to storm,
So long for sun and milk-white wind to ride
Triumphant, roses springing íneath their feet. . . .
My ears shall hear a little of the surge
Of aeons still to break; my eyes shall see
A little of this starís long destiny.


 


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Last updated 17 February, 2003