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1905 · PDF PAGE 14

Rosa Mundi

…my heart. Behind the brass of my anonymous brow. Ay ! let the coward and slave who writes write on ! He is no more harm to Love than the grey snake Who lurks in the dusk brake

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1905 · PDF PAGE 7

Rosa Mundi

…en’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 solemn stars pour their pale dews Upon my trembling spirit ; their caress Leaves me moon-rapt in waves of loveliness All…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 15

Rosa Mundi

…age-boy, is to the Sun, The Sire of Life. The Lover and the Wife, Sun-canopied, ignore. The people hear ; Then, be the people smitten of grey Fear, It is no odds ! I have seen the eternal Gods Sit, star-wed, in old Egypt by the Nile ; The same calm pose, the inscrutable, wan smile, On every lip alike. Time hath not had his will to strike At them ; they abide, they pass through all. Though their most ancient names may fall, They stir not nor are weary of Life, for with them, even as with us, Life is but Love. They know, we know ; let, then, the …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 8

Rosa Mundi

— 3 — But of some spark of woven eternity Immortal in this bosom. Phosphor paled And in the grey upstarted the dread veiled Rose light of dawn. Sunshapen shone thy spears Of love forth darting into myriad spheres, Which I the poet called this light, that flower, This knowledge, 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 Bur…

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