A Spirit and A Soul

Poetry — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #37

A brilliant edifice of mind stood still
Like a dream-shape of perfect measure:
In it lurked a spirit and a soul,
Two in one in an infinite hour.

One measured the flow of Time,
While the other measureless remained afloat.
A Godhead drew himself to dust and grime,
And spirt and soul grew unbounded.

Now the edifice unbridled and gold-limbed,
With a master-form myriad-hued.