by James McAuley
She like the moon arises
And tranquil sees beyond dark window-bars
The exquisite circumspection of the stars
Treading the heavenly floor.
And insolent hope surprises
My sole heart that darkness held in pawn
And sheds the spurious glimmer of a dawn
Upon the infinite, the nevermore.
From:
Collected Poems 1936-1970
Last updated January 14, 2019