Sunder me from my bones,
O sword of
Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees;
That I whose heart goes up with the soaring
May marvel as much at these.
Sunder me from my blood that in the darkI hear that red ancestral river
Like branching buried floods that find the
But never see the sun.
Give me miraculous eyes to see my
Those rolling mirrors made alive in
Terrible crystals more
Than all the things they
Sunder me from my soul, that I may
The sins like streaming wounds, the life's brave
Till I shall save myself as I would saveA stranger in the street.
