Remoteness - Juliosavi.it

presence that in the endnothing of Thee remainsbut a distorted image,an idol, Thouas a reflection of my selfnot I of Thy Self.And then again I ridethose chargers, I treadagain the sunnywilderness of life,again I search that ocean,where I may sink,pause, stand still, and rest;where such will be the roarof its splashing wavesthat no longer will I hearthe deaf grumble of my selfbut just the ocean’s voicewhich is Thy voice;where the freshness of its deepdark waters will be suchthat the scorching heatof passions and desireswill little by little fade away;’cause there is no mireof self–though hardenedby the passing time–that may withstandthe quiet, sweet dissolvingpower of those waters.Will then Thy brideat long last be unveiled ?155