Conception, Immaculate
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An unborn child, unformed except in thought;
A tone without a sound, a noteless chord;
An echo in the cosmos light has brought;
A daydream in the mind of Christ unscored
By Holy Ghosts, and even there unheard
Except by God the Father; holy red
Unseen; a sacred fugue by no one heard
Except unfallen Lucifer; a bread
From heaven fallen, manna made from love
And so untasted in this desert’s dreams;
A lost connection from a height above:
These all are poets’ only hope of streams.
All these combined, though combination far
Beyond, are like God’s first commanded star.
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