I am the breath that fills the organ pipes When through the vast cathedral of the world Death's stormy threnody sweeps, wave on wave, The symboled note that one day will be blown By a great angel standing in the sun, At which the heaven and earth shall pass away!
"Pan and Aeolus: Poems"
Charles Hamilton Musgrove
Ah, could the world but gaze upon that Christ With heart attuned unto the symboled love That makes his face a radiant miracle!
"Pan and Aeolus: Poems"
Charles Hamilton Musgrove
Within every pulsing rose of irised fire that was the heart of a disk, from every rubrous, clipped rose of a cross, and from every rayed purple petaling of a star there nestled a tiny disk, a tiny cross, a tiny star, luminous and symboled even as those that cradled them.
"The Metal Monster"
A. Merritt