William Vaughn Moody - The Fire-Bringer (1904)

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Time softly there
Laughs through the abyss of radiance with the gods.

William Vaughn Moody

Bring me your children hither.
…
Unto this twain, man-child and womanchild,
I give the passion of this element;
This seed of longing, substance of this love;
This power, this purity, this annihilation.
Let their hands light the altar of the world.
'T is yours forever. I have brought it home!

William Vaughn Moody

Hark, below, the many-voiced earth,
The chanting of the old religious trees,
Rustle of far-off waters, woven sounds
Of small and multitudinous lives awake,
Peopling the grasses and the pools with joy,
Uttering their meaning to the mystic night!

William Vaughn Moody

The gods despise enforced offerings.
When the heart brings its dearest and its last
Then only will they hear—if then, if then!

William Vaughn Moody