Sunday, May 4, 2008


I see His Blood Upon the RoseI see his blood upon the rose

And in the stars the glory of his eyes,

His body gleams amid eternal snows,

His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower;

The thunder and the singing of the birds

Are but his voice, and carven by his power

Rocks are his written words.
All pathways by his feet are worn,

His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,

His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,

His cross is every tree.



Collected Poems were published posthumously in two volumes "The Sword and the Circle" & "Occulta"

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