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1905 · PDF PAGE 18

Rosa Mundi

— 13 — O living Rose ! O dowered with subtle dew Of love. The tiny eternities of time, Caught between flying seconds, are well filled With these futilities of fragrant rhyme : In Love’s retort distilled, In sunrays of fierce loathing purified, In moonrays of pure longing tried, And gathered after many moons of labour Into the compass of a single day : And wrought into continuous tune, One laughter with one langour for its neighbor, One thought of winter with one word of June, Muddled and mixed in mere dismay, Chiselled with the cunning chisel o…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 10

Rosa Mundi

…ck, and clove The intolerable veil, The woven chain of mail Prudence self-called, and folly known to who May know. Then, O sweet drop of dew, Thy limpid light rolled over and was lost

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1905 · PDF PAGE 16

Rosa Mundi

…ical shades Of a faith in the future, a dream of the day When athwart the dim glades Of the forest a ray Of sunlight shall flash and the dew die away ! Let there then be obscurity in this ! There is an after rapture in the kiss. The fire, flesh, perfume, music, that outpaced All time, fly off ; they are subtle : there abides A secret and most maiden taste ; Salt, as of the invisible tides Of the molten sea of gold Men may at times behold In the rayless scarab of the sinking sun ; And out of that is won Hardly, with labour and pain that are as p…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 7

Rosa Mundi

— 2 — Are molten dew, as, on the lotus leaves Sliver-coiled in the Sun Into green-girdled spheres Purer than all a maiden’s dream enweaves, Lies the unutterable Beauty of The waters. Yea, arise, divinest dove Of the Idalian, on your crimson wings And soft grey plumes, bear me to yonder shrine Of that most softly-spoken one, Mine Aphrodite ! Touch the imperfect strings, Oh thou, immortal, throned above the moon ! Inspire a holy tune Lighter and lovelier than flowers and wine Offered in gracious gardens unto Pan By any soul of man ! In vain the s…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 15

Rosa Mundi

…of that love. Some rosebud in the garden of spices blows, Some offshoot from the Rose Of the World, the Rose of all Delight, The Rose of Dew, the Rose of Love and Night, The Rose of Silence, covering as with a vesture The solemn unity of things

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1905 · PDF PAGE 8

Rosa Mundi

…ge, that illumination, power This and love that, in vain, in vain, until Thy beauty dawned, all beauty to distil Into one drop of utmost dew, one name Choral as floral, one thin, subtle flame Fitted to a shaft of love. O bear me far Up and up yet to where thy sacred star Burns in its brilliance ! Thence the storm be shed A passion of great calm about this head, This head no more a poet’s . Ay ! the dream Of beauty gathered close into a stream Of tingling light, and, gathering ever force From thine own love, its unextended source, Became the mag…

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