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…ll were dull, And thou, O rose, sole, sacred, wonderful, Informing all, in all most beautiful, Circle 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
…es The secret of these bridal ecstasies, Since thou art everywhere, Rose of the World, Rose of the Uttermost Abode of Glory, Rose of the High Host Of heaven, mystic, rapturous Rose ! The extreme passion glows Deep in this breast ; thou knowest (and love knows) How every word awakes its own reward In a thought 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 Gods roses, Sorrowless, thornless, pass…
7 Of myriad fools provoke the Crowned-with-Night Hidden beyond sound and sight In the mystery of His own high essence ? Lo, Rose of all the gardens of the world, Did thy most sacred presence Not fill the Real, then this voice were whirled Away in the wind of its own folly, thrown Into forgotten places and unknown. So I sing on ! Sister and wife, dear wife, Light of my love and lady of my life, Answer if thou canst from the unsullied place, Unveiling for one star-wink thy bright face ! Did we leave then, once cognisant, Time for some Fear to…
…ies me on. I am as a ship whose anchors are all gone, Whose rudder is held by Love the indomitable Purposeful helmsman ! Were his port high Hell, Who should be fool enough to care ? Suppose Hells waters wash the memory of this rose Out of my mind, what misery matters then ? Or, if they leave it, all the woes of men Are as pale shadows in the glory of That passionate splendour of Love. Ay ! my own voice, my own thoughts. These, then, must be The mutiny of some worms misery, Some chained despair knotted into my flesh, Some chance companion, s…