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A Ballade Of The Centre

Mirábilis

When all the shores of knowledge fade
Beyond the realms of night and day,
When the quick stir of thought is stayed
And, as a dream of yesterday,
The bonds of striving fall away:
There dawns sometimes a point of fire
Burning the utter dark, that may
Fulfill our desperate desire.

Into the darkness, unafraid,
Wherein soft hands of silence lay
Their veil of peace upon the blade
Of too bright thought, we take our way.
In changing of desire we pay
Whatever price the gods require,
Knowing the end is theirs — and they
Fulfill our desperate desire.

Upon the stillness we have made
Between our working and our play
A deeper stillness yet is laid.
Like some white bird above the sway
Of summer waves within the bay
Peace lights upon us ere we tire,
And does (yet how, we cannot say)
Fulfill our desperate desire.

Composição: Mirabilis





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