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1905 · PDF PAGE 11

Rosa Mundi

… — Be silent ! It is sin Thus to invoke the oracles of order Their iron gates to unclose. The gross, inhospitable warder Of Love’s green garden of spice is well awake. Hell hath enough of Her three-headed hound ; But Love’s severer bound Knows for His watcher a more fearful shape, A formidable ape Skilled by black art to mock the Gods profound In their abyss of under ground. Beware ! Who hath entered hath no boast to make, And conscious Eden surelier breeds the snake. Be silent ! O ! for silence’ sake ! That asks the impossible. Smite ! Smite !…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 16

Rosa Mundi

…he rayless scarab of the sinking sun ; And out of that is won Hardly, with labour and pain that are as pleasure, The first flower of the garden the stored treasure That lies at the heart’s heart of eternity. This treasure is for thee.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 19

Rosa Mundi

…es its musical Lord ; And every rhyme tingles and shakes in me The filaments of the great web of Love. O Rose all roses far above In the garden of God’s roses, Sorrowless, thornless, passionate Rose, that lies Full in the flood of its own sympathies And makes my life one tune that curls and closes On its own self delight ; A circle, never a line ! Safe from all wind, Secure in its own pleasure-house confined, Sure lord of its own rapture, deaf and blind To aught but its own mastery of song

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1905 · PDF PAGE 15

Rosa Mundi

…t know. It may be in the centuries of our life Since we were man and wife There stirs some incarnation 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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