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1907 · PDF PAGE 8

Rosa Coeli

…floating images That danced their spectre saraband In Bacchic race, phantastical embrace, Upon the sepulchres, the dizzy seas Of this my mind, Sabbatic rout that spanned These straits my soul ! Ay, they are dead and drowned (And damned, I doubt !) Ah God ! I am exhaust In the red moon’s holocaust ! God ! God ! The chasms secret and profound Suck down the porphyry flood Of your maniacal, ensorcelled blood That maddens and bewitches. My life is suffocated—now I swoon— I die ! I am in hell, red hell, red hell, Circles me closer ; all the soul’s af…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 18

Rosa Coeli

…That they might suck the milk of your perfection Unto them, that the world’s ear might be won, The world’s heart melted now, The world’s mind drawn from its dejection, By the sure fact that not in idle dream But sole in sense supreme Certainly visible and tangible 13 T

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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 14

Rosa Coeli

… all the stars I meet. The dull familiar and the homely drear Are lost for ever. Being asleep, I fear. Wake ! Let me cut the cable of my mind ! My harbour lies before, and not behind. Dreams are all lies ; those jetty shadows lie When the full moon doth crown the midnight sky. But shadows image truth, and dreams come true, For when I wake my arms are full of you. 9 A B

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