The Seraph, Light Poem by james watkin

The Seraph, Light



Til the last sword-like flicker
Keeps, as twere defended
As much as spellbound.
Camp fire's, not only. That starred
Above; dread nights confound.

Or that, bare wick-held, staves off
What have, for phantom thoughts
Efformed; to assail.
This Godsend. This Seraph, Light.
O'er death will prevail!

Thursday, September 15, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: light
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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