50. Blue am I and gold in the light of my
bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; and
my spangles are purple and green.
51. Purple beyond purple: it is the light
higher than eyesight.
52. There is a veil: that veil is black.
It
is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil
of sorrow, and the pall of death: this is none
of me.
Tear down that lying spectre of the
centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words:
these vices are my services; ye do well, and I
will reward you here and hereafter.
53. Fear not, O prophet, when these words
are said, thou shalt not be sorry.
Thou art
emphatically my chosen; and blesse'd are the
eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness.
But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow: they
that see thee shall fear thou art fallen: but I
lift thee up.
54. Now shall they who cry aloud the folly
that thou meanest nought avail; thou shalt
reveal it: thou availest; they are the slaves of
because:
they are not of me.
The stops as
thou wilt; the letters?
change them not in
style or value !
55. Thou shalt obtain the order and value
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