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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 O Rose, inviolate, utterly withdrawn In the truth : for this is truth : Love knows !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 !
1905 · PDF PAGE 6
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…
1905 · PDF PAGE 16
…ere is an after rapture in the kiss. The fire, flesh, perfume, music, that outpaced All time, fly off ; they are subtle : there abides A secret and most maiden taste ; Salt, as of the invisible tides Of the molten sea of gold Men may at times behold In the rayless scarab of the sinking sun ; And out 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 hearts heart of eternity. This treasure is for thee.
1905 · PDF PAGE 14
…ost 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
1905 · PDF PAGE 19
…nderlying ever The perfect happiness. Thou knowest that not in flesh Lies the fair fresh Delight of Love ; not in mere lips and eyes 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 …