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1907 · PDF PAGE 21

Rosa Coeli

Above soul, spirit, heart, thought, being, mind, All—but most irrevocably entwined And irrevocably alone. XVI HERE was a boy with O ! the face of dawn, The mother-of-pearl that shimmered on his skin, The breasts like golden roses circling red, The limbs like limbs of a young fawn For litheness—O ! for innocence of sin His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head Danced with its sweet and sacred hopes, So that he paced the enamelled slopes Laughing upon the laughing lake below, Expectant of some strange experience Worth all the woes of …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 9

Rosa Coeli

…like the echo of a chime at vesper Rung far across narcissus-haunted leas, Lilied lagoons, and moon-enchaunted seas, By the high-bosomed boy, large-eyed, with fasting faint, That shares an hermitage with some devoutest saint. III S, in our life, I passed the awful gate Where like a Cerberus sate The triform silence, Fate, And bade the red blood bloom Within that Palace of untasted gloom ; As, in our life, confronting the black forms— Colossal ghosts, like storms !— I did abide in the most holy hall And let the dread word fall, Nor bade the red …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 19

Rosa Coeli

…rt sufficient to redeem the world. XIV ! IS the secret of the starry deep Nothing but pain and pleasure, grief and joy ? Is God a wanton boy To play with us so bitter cheap By such a jewelled light ? Be thine the power, Rose of the Stars, in this thy tortured hour When the wee lips that clung to thee are cold, To give the world a light of other gold From that men hoard, from that the suns afford In their implacable cars As they roll on impassive ; bid thy Lord (O Rose, Rose of the Stars !) And slave make known thy beauty and thy passion 14 O

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1907 · PDF PAGE 14

Rosa Coeli

IX POET is at ease In all such voyages : Why, as a boy, I steered Up to the Scorpion and tweaked his tail, Plucked foolish Capricornus by the beard And kissed the Blessed Damozel that leaned upon the golden rail, Drank from the glad rim of the grail Or soothed the squally Twins (for they could weep !) And while I smiled “ In Heaven how safe I am ! ” Found myself in my little bed asleep Having been butted thither by the Ram. X UT in the dream of you, my starry sweet, It is my earth I lose six times in seven. I have the Freedom of the City of Hea…

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