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cannot reach me where the veils of God Have shut me in, For me the myriad births of stars and suns Do but begin, And here how fragrantly there blows to me The holy breath, Sweet from the flowers and stars and hearts of men. From life and death. We are not old, O heart, we are not old, The breath that blows The soul aflame is still a wandering wind That comes and goes; And the stirred heart with sudden raptured life A moment glows. DressShoes GirlsShoes BoysShoes A moment here--a bulrush’s brown head In the grey rain, A moment there--a child drowned and a heart Quickened with pain; The name of Death, the blue deep heaven, the scent The spicy grass, the honey robbed From the wild bee. Awhile we walk the world on its wide roads And narrow ways, And they pass by, the countless shadowy troops Of nights and days; We know them not, O happy heart, For you and I Watch where within a slow dawn lightens up Another sky. sent me on the holy quest, Timid and proud and curiously dressed In vestures by her hand wrought wondrously; An eager burning heart she gave to me. The Bridgeroom’s Feast was set and I drew nigh-- Master of Life, Thy Cup has passed me by. Before new-dressed I from the Mother came, In dreams I saw the wondrous Cup of Flame. Ah, Divine Chalice, how my heart drank deep, Waking I sought the Love I knew asleep. The Feast of Life was set and I drew nigh-- Master of Life, Thy Cup has passed me by. Eye of the Soul, awake, awake and see Growing within the Ruby Radiant Tree, Sharp pain hath wrung the Clusters of my Vine; My heart is rose-red with its brimméd wine. Thou hast new-set the Feast and I draw nigh-- Master of Life, take me, Thy Cup am I. |