Zora Bernice May Cross

(18 May 1890 – 22 January 1964 / Brisbane)

Love Sonnet Lviii - Poem by Zora Bernice May Cross

Do not surcharge our souls with that vile blame
To which our bodies are subjected here;
Nor heap them with the horror of dull fear
Base-borrowed from a life of torpid shame.
But let them linger like a lovely flame
Above the clay to which they must cohere,
Lighting the earthly to the heavenly sphere
To meet the mystery from which they came.

As midnight drinks a message from the moon
And morning takes her orders from the sun,
So let our bodies to our souls submit
And live for ever in their still high-noon,
Where morn and midnight gather into one,
And only angels on their missions flit.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011


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