Seals of Thunder
They say I sing in secrets—they have ears
But do not hear; have eyes but do not see
Truth’s naked beauty is her panoply,
Their eyes are blinded with its splendid spears.
With shadowy symbols fitted to their fears
Now will I clothe a visible mystery,
Yet none shall understand the prophecy
Save you, nor pay the tribute of their tears.
But you will understand me, for I speak
First to your heart, then to your soul in song
Spreading its golden pennons for the strong,
Smiting like sunrise on the snowy peak
Of glory—and to you the stars belong
And all the glowing splendours that I seek.
