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…ght 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 O Rose, inviolate, utterly withdrawn In the truth : for this is truth : Love knows !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 18
…mpass of a single day : And wrought into continuous tune, One laughter with one langour for its neighbor, One thought of winter with one word of June, Muddled and mixed in mere dismay, Chiselled with the cunning chisel of despair, Found wanting, well aware Of its own fault, even insistent Thereon ; some fragrance rare Stolen from my ladys hair Perchance redeeming now and then the distant Fugitive tunes ; Ah ! Love ! the hour is over ! The moon is up, the vigil overpast. Call me to thee at last, O Rose, O perfect miracle lover, Call me ! I he…
1905 · PDF PAGE 10
…stone of the Royal Arch of Sex ; Unsolved the ultimate x ; The virginal breeding breeze Was yet of either unstirred ; Unspoken the Great Word. Then on a sudden, we knew. From deep to deep Reverberating, lightning unto lightning Across the sundering brightening Abyss of sorrows sleep, There shone the sword of love, and stuck, and clove The intolerable veil, The woven chain of mail Prudence self-called, and folly known to who May know. Then, O sweet drop of dew, Thy limpid light rolled over and was lost
1905 · PDF PAGE 19
…he 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, 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 deligh…