HUMAN-HYMNUS

The sparkling light of stars, that may glow for ever in the blessed armchair-eyes, burns ever, captivating. And like benevolent stigmata, in my heart like a throbbing stigma, the immortal flames of desire's trial and tribulation.

Virgil, negro-flames of vapour that fuel my heart-furnace. As long as I live, I shall be bound by an ever-waiting and restless, passing, intimate friendship to the acquaintances I have known long ago: to those for whom my anxious soul is ever and anon trembling! - It would be well to be able to dwell for one lasting moment in the superstitious window of the universe of eyes; many a million, tiny, incendiary shards of fire-glow might be caught by my longing conscience, which lacks self-confidence!

Dulcet voices of pearl-house-light, and cuddling glances, would nurse the lost, orphaned child within me; and, beckoning, the tinkling kissing melodies would embrace me as a cozy security, and earth-immortal. How good it would be to bathe in the all-encompassing sprinkling of kisses, and to be daily fulfilled by the Heaven-eyed Dear One!

Outside the circle I stand hoarse, helpless, like a pitiful ancestor-hero - but still active. My embittered thoughts hurt my bastioned moral creed. I only wallow within myself like a beached tadpole now. So I miss the embracing, understanding word of friends, Like bread of salvation to my gaping stomach. My despairing thoughts daily scream stubbornly, And my eternal inward instincts are ever guiding me to the good, the nobler!

We have glanced each other's superstitious eyes over ourselves. The sincerity-power of our eyes In every case with crystal-glittering, holy truth sanctifies. Sparkling, adored orbs of light would be well to traverse the stupendous retinas of eyes yet!