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1905 · PDF PAGE 20

Rosa Mundi

— 15 — And light, shown ever as silence and deep night Secret as death and final. Let me long Never again for aught ! This great delight Involves me, weaves me in its pattern of bliss, Seals me with its own kiss, Draws me to thee with every dream that glows, Poet, each word ; maiden, each burden of snows Extending beyond sunset, beyond dawn ! O Rose, inviolate, utterly withdrawn In the truth : — for this is truth : Love knows ! Ah ! Rose of the World ! Rose ! Rose !

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1905 · PDF PAGE 10

Rosa Mundi

…d key-stone of the Royal Arch of Sex ; Unsolved the ultimate x ; The virginal breeding breeze Was yet of either unstirred ; Unspoken the Great Word. Then on a sudden, we knew. From deep to deep Reverberating, lightning unto lightning Across the sundering brightening Abyss of sorrow’s sleep, There shone the sword of love, and stuck, 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 19

Rosa Mundi

… akin to thee, a shadow of thee ; And every tune evokes 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 8

Rosa Mundi

…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 magic utterance that makes Me, Dissolving self into the starless sea That makes one lake of molten joy, one pond Steady as light and hard as diamond ; One drop, one atom of constraint intense, Of elemen…

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