Versos English Edwin Markham Divine Vision

English poem

Divine Vision

by (1852–1940)

Listen in the reader

Can it be the Master knows How the Cosmic Blossom blows?

Yes, at times the Lord of Light Breaks forth wonderful and white, And He strikes a corded lyre In a rush of whirlwind fire; And He sees before Him pass Souls and planets in a glass; And within the music hears All the motions of all spheres, All the whispers of all feet, Cries of triumph and retreat, Songs of systems and of souls, Circling to their mighty goals.

So the Lord of Light beholds How the Cosmic Flower unfolds.