'Prismatic'

For there is a glory within us;

Never the aurora seen

That such latitudes of light

Could by their sheen outshine

The multitudinous-

And more, would to me be given

Prisms that from the blinded white

Could release all hues imprisoned.

For there is a glory within you;

Who shall say that only one

Amongst such shades must come

The clearer through? Not I, though

Maybe by these words a rainbow

From a broken storm would

Thunder forth and hurl your

Forlorn tears upon the flood.

For there is a glory within me;

It sings the body electromagnetic

To the tuneless notes unknown

In a chorus of lightning, frenetic

Flashes striking free-

For within myselves

Are all the colors ever shown

And ever yet shall be;

That within which any prism dwells.