Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem I am no mystic of poet Lesbia Harford

I am no mystic

I am no mystic. All the ways of God 
Are dark to me. 
I know not if he lived or if he died 
In agony. 
My every act has reference to man. 
Some human need 
Of this one, or of that, or of myself 
Inspires the deed. 
But when I hear the Angelus, I say 
A Latin prayer 
Hoping the dim incanted words may shine 
Some way, somewhere. 
Words and a will may work upon my mind 
Till ethics turn 
To that transcendent mystic love with which 
The Seraphim burn.