The poem
EVEN as a bird sprays many-coloured fires, The plumes of paradise, the dying light Rays through the fevered air in misty spires That vanish in the heights.
These myriad eyes that look on me are mine; Wandering beneath them I have found again The ancient ample moment, the divine, The God-root within men.
For this, for this the lights innumerable As symbols shine that we the true light win: For every star and every deep they fill Are stars and deeps within.
this poem is just sooo touching!!!!!!!!!it is glad to see that poeple have beautiful things to say, if it weren't for those people i don't know what i would have done.keep up the good work!:)
i totally agree with jennifer, its brilliant!!