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Transformation
by J. Corson Miller (1920)
LOVE, we have dipped Life's humble bread
Into the stars' flame-bubbling springs;
We've knelt before the Moon's white face,
While around us whirred Night's purple wings.
Love, we have trod the floors of Morn,
And watched Dawn's reeling galleons die;
The sunset's panoramic hills,
Love, we have known them, you and I.
Upon the battlements of Time
We stood and heard Life's thunders roar:
A million ticking years that swelled
The crashing notes of millions more.
Our hearts have germinated sweet
To beauty through each golden hour;
But now the bloom-time days are past,
The stalk is fading with the flower.
And we shall seek earth's simple things:
A roof-tree small, a green-thatched fire;
Come, Love, and lay your cherished dreams
Beneath the touch of my desire.
We could not climb the Infinite,
The jagged heights were steep and long;
For us child-wistfulness and sleep;
Old twilight memories and song.
Love, is it here that we shall wend,
Down homelit paths, grown gently wise;
Perhaps your eyes, made glad of earth,
Shall find the Key to Paradise.
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• Bass, Upright
• Guitar, Lead
• Mandolin
• Mohan Veena
• Trombone
• Violin
• Vocals, Backup
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