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1907 · PDF PAGE 13

Rosa Coeli

… 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, the well of spice, The Hanging Gardens of great Babylon :— All these then did I visit…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 7

Rosa Coeli

… part Of that most universal heart ; Leaving us slaves, and kings ; Bound, and with eagle’s wings ; One soul, comprising all that may be thought, One soul, conscious of nought. 2

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1907 · PDF PAGE 12

Rosa Coeli

No ! not in Fancy’s palace will I play, Nor in imagination’s deep will dip The timid foot ; but rather will I strip Each rag of thought, and leap Into the sunset deep Still glowing with the glamour Of your life’s blood, and ashen gold With floating gossamer your hair, that might enfold A giant god, and strangle him anon With starry serpents like Laocoon, A stoic god that might enamour And draw him with its tendrils into time. VII Y mouth was wet with the delicious crime Of kissing you, one night, when in a vision Your hair was like a forest of …

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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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