FOR him I sing,
(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)
With time and space I him dilate—and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.
FOR him I sing,
(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)
With time and space I him dilate—and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.
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What a grand, cosmic sweep! The “immortal laws” bound up into, and inseparable in the Divine!
IT IS A VERY GOOD POEM.I HOPE TO SEE MORE OF HIS WORK.
this poem was very good.
This poem is one of the best poems i have ever heard and read i hope that there are alot more like it