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1905 · PDF PAGE 6

Rosa Mundi

Rose of the World ! Red glory of the secret heart of Love ! Red flame, rose-red, most subtly curled Into its own infinite flower, all flowers above ! Its flower in its own perfumed passion, Its faint sweet passion, folded and furled In flower fashion ; And my deep spirit taking its pure part Of that voluptuous heart Of hidden happiness ! Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros ! (While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress Stolen of the scented rose Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ache !) Bend into an agony of art Whose cry i…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 16

Rosa Mundi

…ut 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 14

Rosa Mundi

… and sphere, perfect in every part, High above hope of Art : Though, be it said ! thou art nowhere now, Save in the secret chamber of 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 17

Rosa Mundi

…h a hook ? Enough ; I see This I can answer — or Ernst Haeckel can ! Now, God Almighty, rede this mystery ! What of the love that is the heart of man ? Take stars and airs, and write it down ! Fill all the interstices of space With myriad verse — own Thy disgrace ! Diminish Thy renown ! Approve my riddle ! This Thou canst not do.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 13

Rosa Mundi

…ance companion, some soul damned afresh Since my redemption, that is vocal at all ; For I am wrapt away from light and call In the sweet heart of the red rose. My spirit only knows This woman and no more ; who would know more ? I, I am concentrate In the unshakable state Of constant rapture. Who should pour His ravings in the air for winds to whirl,

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