Her breath has walked into wide ether’s calm,
Her sleep is trance of gleaming deathlessness;
Her body of jewel-fire burns with the triple glow.
She has lent her dense self to quenchless flame,
Made claiming belief firm infinity’s base.
Now moves swift tireless ardour for a mightier work,
Golden mass in the clasp of a golden sun.
Yearning earth gathered in quintessence of light
She carries In an alert passage to the eternal,
A rose of God to glory of the coming dawn.
Even when the stiff dark impossibilities
Had dogged her did she triumphantly march on;
Of the Will of the High she has made a shining sword.
On bare ridge of creation stands she now tall,
Challenging with her gaze the enormous Blank;
In divinest haste she awaits the endorsing Word.
The Winds of Wonder 
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