Poems (Cromwell)/Folded Power
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FOLDED POWER
Sorrow can wait,
For there is magic in the calm estate
Of grief; lo, where the dust complies
Wisdom lies.
For there is magic in the calm estate
Of grief; lo, where the dust complies
Wisdom lies.
Sorrow can rest
Indifferent, with her head upon her breast;
Idle and hushed, guarded from fears;
Content with tears.
Indifferent, with her head upon her breast;
Idle and hushed, guarded from fears;
Content with tears.
Sorrow can bide,
With sealed lids and hands unoccupied.
Sorrow can fold her latent might,
Dwelling with night.
With sealed lids and hands unoccupied.
Sorrow can fold her latent might,
Dwelling with night.
But Sorrow will rise
From her dream of sombre and hushed eternities.
Lifting a Child, she will softly move
With a mother's love
From her dream of sombre and hushed eternities.
Lifting a Child, she will softly move
With a mother's love
She will softly rise.
Her embrace the dying will recognize,
Lifting them gently through strange delight
To a clearer light.
Her embrace the dying will recognize,
Lifting them gently through strange delight
To a clearer light.