| Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917. |
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| 358. Immortality |
| By Susan Mitchell |
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| AGE cannot reach me where the veils of God | |
| Have shut me in, | |
| For me the myriad births of stars and suns | |
| Do but begin, | |
| And here how fragrantly there blows to me | 5 |
| The holy breath, | |
| Sweet from the flowers and stars and hearts of men. | |
| From life and death. | |
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| We are not old, O heart, we are not old, | |
| The breath that blows | 10 |
| The soul aflame is still a wandering wind | |
| That comes and goes; | |
| And the stirred heart with sudden raptured life | |
| A moment glows. | |
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| A moment here—a bulrush’s brown head | 15 |
| In the grey rain, | |
| A moment there—a child drowned and a heart | |
| Quickened with pain; | |
| The name of Death, the blue deep heaven, the scent | |
| Of the salt sea, | 20 |
| The spicy grass, the honey robbed | |
| From the wild bee. | |
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| Awhile we walk the world on its wide roads | |
| And narrow ways, | |
| And they pass by, the countless shadowy troops | 25 |
| Of nights and days; | |
| We know them not, O happy heart, | |
| For you and I | |
| Watch where within a slow dawn lightens up | |
| Another sky. | 30 |
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