Verse > Anthologies > The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse > 358. Immortality
Nicholson & Lee, eds.  The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
358. Immortality
By Susan Mitchell
AGE cannot reach me where the veils of God
    Have shut me in,
For me the myriad births of stars and suns
    Do but begin,
And here how fragrantly there blows to me        5
    The holy breath,
Sweet from the flowers and stars and hearts of men.
    From life and death.
We are not old, O heart, we are not old,
    The breath that blows       10
The soul aflame is still a wandering wind
    That comes and goes;
And the stirred heart with sudden raptured life
    A moment glows.
A moment here—a bulrush’s brown head       15
    In the grey rain,
A moment there—a child drowned and a heart
    Quickened with pain;
The name of Death, the blue deep heaven, the scent
    Of the salt sea,       20
The spicy grass, the honey robbed
    From the wild bee.
Awhile we walk the world on its wide roads
    And narrow ways,
And they pass by, the countless shadowy troops       25
    Of nights and days;
We know them not, O happy heart,
    For you and I
Watch where within a slow dawn lightens up
    Another sky.       30



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