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1907 · PDF PAGE 20

Rosa Coeli

… ! And neither hate below, nor hate above, Nor chance, nor force, nor cunning shall deprive Man of thy gift, a love alive With more than men to-day can understand. XV IVE me thine hand, Rose of the Stars, and we will soar above Wisdom and Strength and Love, Into the sphere where all delight retires In azure flames and silver-edgéd fires. Now through the veil we shoot Like snaky lightning through a thundercloud Up to the awful precipice-skirted place Where deaf, blind, palsied, mute There sits the leprous God ; we laugh aloud Seeing him face to …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 22

Rosa Coeli

…ur on him from above Wine from the purple vats of death ? Nay ! ’tis no wonder—shall they wonder then, These bat-eyed newspaper-besotted men, If thou and I have found the Elixir rare That giveth Life to those whoso drinketh it, The Stone beyond compare, The harmony of the Circle and the Square, All that surpasseth mortal wit Even to imagine ? we have found it, Rose, Rose of the Stars, Rose of the utmost snows ! Where ? Where Love knows. 17

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1907 · PDF PAGE 13

Rosa Coeli

To South, East, West and North, Iceland, the Indies, Sicily, and Spain. . . . . Lo ! men have heard of all these ships not one, not one for ever more again. VIII EEING your naked body in the bed Against the jetty silk, I thought you lay Just as the Milky Way Lies in the unkenned hollows of the sky. One swarthy ray of red Leapt from your hither eye, And straight my dream began To map that heaven—your eye, Aldeboran ! I launched the magic boat, and early found The Pirate’s cave and the Enchaunted Ground ; The cedared Lebanon, The Wizard’s Grot, t…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 19

Rosa Coeli

…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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