She had foresworn all creeds; Frankly outworn as weeds Of a drab summer; Lipless her prayer-desire Mounting to holy fire Torched of dead mummer. Winds brought to her strange notes; Leaves chanted laws and rotes Of a New Vision; From dark, Autumnal mounds Broke deep-travailed sounds Of God-old decision. Hers the way of all; But—seeing; she marked the call Of death's unshriving; Baptismal light outpoured; From spume of breaker soared Loosed pinions' striving. She broke untrodden ways; Spending her soul in praise At revealing Altar; No riddle of time, nor fret, No stalking ghost of regret, Nor sword, to halt her. She had foresworn all creeds; Frankly outworn as weeds ... Till by long sleep bidden— ".. to dust," they whisper, "returns." But humanity's soul still yearns @2Toward symbol—earth-hidden.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KNOWLEDGE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU SHRODON FEAR: THE VU'ST PEART by WILLIAM BARNES TO SIMPLICITY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE DEVIL'S DICTIONARY, SELECTION by AMBROSE BIERCE GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 1. IN AN ITALIAN HILL TOWN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |