One a clear night
having fixed their hearts upon the Light
they set out for eternity.
And wherever the journey led, they carried
their gift of radiance
Gleams of Beauty
unfading so entranced their souls,
they heard at night in their dreams
angels singing of bliss and the music
of other worlds.
More enchanted ,
more earnestly they searched in every place,
and cherished for their homeland the dream
of a beloved of matchless excellence, hero
or saint or both.
Without let our pause
they strove on in high, passionate hope;
some perplexities of life they unravelled
as they journeyed apace, and at last obtained
the promised happiness.
Lovers of the Light
are pledged to a long journey, its end Unseen;
the very roads are proud upon which they go;
the rhythm of their going is Certainty, and their rank
slaves of the King .
that rank, disdains his own good fortune,
exchanging hope for a regret everlasting;
he shall not attain, not ever, the further rim
of all that is.
Only the lovers,
passionate lovers of the Ideal, may behold
that far horizon, eternity itself impressed
upon their faces, and their names rehearsed
in hymns of praise.
They desire life
again only to be martyred again, hearts
forever surrendered to the Light, forever
remembered in our hearts. They raise now
in their hands are translucent beakers
held aloft, at ease, filled to the brim from
rivers of Paradise.