Celestial Rhymes

I SHALL write verses if I get to Heaven.
(But few more now.)
There I shall learn new rhymes for Fire, for Seven,
For Sleep, for Bough;
New rhymes for Star, and Wing, and Death, and Glory.
There I shall use
Clear iridescent words, no longer hoary
With time’s abuse.

For when I have pursued the star-suns, burning
In long advance,
Swung in the curtains of the cold Aurora, learning
Her hidden dance,
When I have torn all bodiless fears asunder,
I shall require
Unchallengeable rhymes for Space — for Wonder —
For Time — for Fire —

Wiser than now in secrets always dying
Before their birth;
In rhythms blurred; in music blown and flying
Always, from Earth.