SO SHALL THE BEAUTIFUL ARISE

 

SO SHALL THE BEAUTIFUL ARISE

So shall the Beautiful arise

At the lowtide of the fairytale

And gladden our eyes

That had been so wearied

With sorrow in its manifold disguse

And our hearts be quickened by the fresh winds descending

Angel choirs from the unseen

Drifting bells

And we shall be lulled from earth

And drink from the deepest clearest wells.

mary angela douglas 4 may 2024