The Heavy Foot which is Light in Heaven does Rejoice

The heavy foot which is light in Heaven does rejoice
the host of intelligences, who hush themselves,
even before sole doth rise from Earth. Greater than all the oceans
of a world which would make a moon of ours, comes forth
a roar to meet that laborious victory, even when light
hath not yet passed the space between ground and the heavy
tread of the heavy hearted. For by that which wicked men
and children do with ease, certain peculiar saints rejoice
the Father in their passing gravity, and in his joy he sends word
swifter than endless sorrow, winging a whisper from Heaven to Earth,
“Behold, My child! This one shall surly rise.” Smiles he,
Stern face of Affliction, as a star whose gravity turns inward-making
of itself a door to another world. What shall the soul so compressed see
when you unburden her and she remembers how to fly? Shall
the imagination again thud with the dolphin’s tale upon Ovid’s
drowned oak? Shall the grave heart forget itself and hold the course
which Phaethon’s fear and mortality forbade? Those same intelligences
would then follow her path as doth a man the upward flight of an eagle
if their eye had been subject ever to matter or its laws.