V. 2. / 124.) I Saw And From The Summit Of Persandra . . .

I saw and from the summit of Persandra – a star

And out of the star, an angel, gentle and true

And the angel dipped his wings and flew to Earth:

A morning light alighting on the mount above me;

And when he spread wide his rose-gold wings and sang

The silent song he sang pierced through the air and

Broke me – and all my myriad little pieces floating up

Were as tiny silver stars in a sparkling silky cloud

That formed, high above the summit, a shining cross;

And the cross became a star, and the star ascended

High above the circled sphere of Earth, and was

The orb – very orb from which the angel came

And when I dropped my eyes, and looked, to the

Summit of Persandra, the man smiled, and loved me.

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