Words

There are obscure
Or insignificant words
That cannot be perceived
Without excitement.

Their sounds are full
Of insane desire!
In them — tears of the parting,
In them — a thrill of the tryst.

There shall be no answer
Among the mundane noise
To the words born
By the blinding light;

But in worship or in battle,
Or wherever I shall happen to be,
I will recognize them
As soon as I hear them.

I'll stop in mid-prayer
To answer to their sound,
I'll rush away from the battle
To meet these words.

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