Allspirit Poetry

Selections from the poetry of Mathilde Blind

Thou Walkest With Me

THOU walkest with me as the spirit-light
     Of the hushed moon, high o'er a snowy hill,
Walks with the houseless traveller all the night,
     When trees are tongueless and when mute the rill.
Moon of my soul, O phantasm of delight,
     Thou walkest with me still.

The vestal flame of quenchless memory burns
     In my soul's sanctuary. Yea, still for thee
My bitter heart hath yearned, as moonward yearns
     Each separate wave-pulse of the clamorous sea:
My Moon of love, to whom for ever turns
     The life that aches through me.

~Mathilde Blind

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