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1905 · PDF PAGE 15

Rosa Mundi

— 10 — For the bare-legged village-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 …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 19

Rosa Mundi

…ove 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 12

Rosa Mundi

…d 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 implant His poison ? Did we hesitate ? Leave but one little chance to Fate ? For one swift second did we wait ? There is no need to answer : God is God, A jealous God and evil ; with His rod He smiteth fair and foul, and with His sword Divideth tiniest atom…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 8

Rosa Mundi

…se, Of elemental passion scorning sense, All the concentred music that is I. O ! hear me not ! I die ; I am borne away in misery of dumb life

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