myspace poem

when the veil from the eyes is lifted
rising moon has hid the stars
and breaketh bread no more
through the broad earth's aching breast
from floor to ceiling
brief on a flying night
above them all, looking down
though love repine, and reason chafe
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
in his guarded tent
be in me as the eternal moods
out of the deep and the dark
i've won the race
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen