Michael Field - The Poet lyrics

Within his eyes are hung lamps of the sanctuary: A wind, from whence none knows, can set in sway And spill their light by fits; but yet their ray Returns, deep-boled, to its obscurity. The world as from a dullard turns annoyed To stir the days with show or deeds or voices; But if one spies him justly one rejoices, With silence that the careful lips avoid. He is a plan, a work of some strange pa**ion Life has conceived apart from Time's harsh drill, A thing it hides and cherishes to fashion. At odd bright moments to its secret will: Holy and foolish, ever set apart, He waits the leisure of his god's free heart.