Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин)

The Black Portals

Spirit of mine that soon must venturous spread
Through voids unknown thy feeble, fluttering plumes,
Hast thou no fear to wing those endless glooms?
No apprehension nor misgivings dread?
Those realms unfathomed of the speechless dead,
Which never gleam of eldest star illumes--
Lethean canyons that the Soul entombs--
Art thou not awed such sombre vasts to tread?
My Soul replied: "Wisdom hath made all things--
Life and the end of life, He gives to thee.
Down Death's worn path the mightiest still have trod.
Where laurelled poets and anointed Kings
Have gone for ages, it is good to be--
Rest thou contented with the will of God."

Lloyd Mifflin’s other poems:

  1. He Made the Stars Also
  2. To a Maple Seed
  3. The Sovereigns
  4. Fiat Lux
  5. On the Twilight Headland–Theseus and Ariadne




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