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1898 · PDF PAGE 19

Aceldama

…ng every one That reaps yon gold With strange intoxications mad and manifold. XVI. Only beware gross pleasure—the delight Of fools : the ecstasy, the trance of love— Life's atom-bonds must strain—aye, and most move, And all the body be forgotten quite, And the pure soul flame forth, a deathless dove, Where all worlds end ! If thou art worthy God shall greet thee for a friend. 1 9

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1898 · PDF PAGE 23

Aceldama

…, far above The highest heaven, in one sweet lover’s kiss, So sweet, so strong That with it all my soul should unto him belong. XXIV. An ecstasy to which no life responds, Is the enormous secret I have learned : When self-denial’s furnace-flame has burned Through love, and all the agonizing bonds That hold the soul within its shell are turned To water weak ; Then may desires obtain the cypress crown they seek. 2 3

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1898 · PDF PAGE 15

Aceldama

…spersed me, gave me death. VIII. This is release, is freedom, is desire ; This is the one hope that a man may gain ; This is the lasting ecstasy of pain That fools reject, the dread, the searching fire That quivers in the marrow, that in vain Burns secretly The unconsuméd bush where God lurks privily. 1 5

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1898 · PDF PAGE 22

Aceldama

XXI. In every ecstasy exalt my heart ; Let every trance make loose and light the wings My soul must shake, ere her pure fabric springs Clothed in the secret dream-delights of Art Transcendent into air, the tomb of Things ; Let every kiss Melt on my lips to flame, fling back the gates of Dis ! XXII. Give me a master ! Not some learned priest Who by long toil and anguish has devised A train of mysteries, but some despised Young king of men, whose spirit is released From all the weariness, whose lips are prized By men not much— Ah ! let them only …

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