HOMAGE PRELIMINARY
LIFE that is lost in dullard
Dreams of the senses, gol
Life, by the soul fair-coloured,
Thy valiant trumpets blowI
Far from the world where love is lust,
And work is pain, and wealth is dust,
Rise on the wings of love, and soar
Το the sun’s self, the eternal shore
Where flaming streamers soar and roll,
Angels to guard its secret soul,
The Garden where my love and I
May walk to all eternity.
Who dares to force the fiery gate
May win our world inviolate.
Children whose hearts are passionate;
Maidens whose flesh is fair and fain,
And men whose souls no senses stain,
Come!
These mad miles of flame of ours
Are cool as springs and fresh as flowers.
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