All Hallows Eve

Tonight, While weighing wild winged hope with fears
Of loss, again the girl’s voice crying gay
And sweet – O playmate of lost pagan years! –
Comes ringing in the glory of May.

O singing beauty! singing though there nears
The moment of all finding and all loss:
Together in our laughter and our tears.
Wind-driven to the centre where ways cross

Rose garden in blue night, where souls embraced
In holy silence, timeless ecstasy:
Truth grew between us, final beauty laced
The stars, and awed we knew eternity.

A secret sharing passed from eye to eye:
In death the singing beauty does not die.

–Sheldon Vanauken


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