[BNP/E3, 49A4 – 20]

5-5-1915.

Out of a great nebula of Night and Storm

Borne upon a great void within our Space,

My soul was formed and stares God in the face

Out of that silence where there is no Form.

The empty carcase of Place

The silent ecstasy of Hours,

Life, like abandoned flowers,

Thought, like a forlorn grace.

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Sorrow came and wept

By my side.

Slow and light she stept[1]

As I walked towards God

By my side.

But I can never find that Great Abode,

And there is darkness in Descried.

 
[1] stept /d\