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Resplendencies of empyrean light, Prisms and facets of ten million beams Starring a crystal of berainbowed rays, And in this--eyes of burning sapphire, eyes Deep as the music of the beautiful; And o'er the eyes, limpid hierarchal brows, As they were lilies of seraphic fire; Lips underneath, of trembling ruby--lips Whose tongue's a chord, and every sound a song: Cherubic faces of intensity In multiplying myriads to a word Forming the unit--God; Supremity Creative and ubiquitous. From this Thy intellect, detached, expelled and breathed Exaltant into flesh endowed with soul, One sparkle of the Essence clothed with clay.-- O high development! devolvings up From matter to unmattered potencies, Up to the source and fountain of all mind, Beauty and truth, inviolable Love, And so resumed and reabsorbed in God, One more expression of eternity! SELF. A Sufi debauchee of dreams Spake this:--From Sodomite to Peri Earth tablets us; we live and are Man's own long commentary. Is one begat in Bassora, One lies in Damietta dying-- The plausibilities of God All possibles o'erlying. But burns the lust within the flesh?-- Hell's but a homily to Heaven,-- Put then the individual first, And of thyself be shriven. Neither in adamant nor brass The scrutinizing eye records it; The arm is rooted in the heart, The heart that rules and lords it. Be that it is and thou art all; And what thou art so thou hast written Thee of the lutanists of Love, Or of the torture-smitten. SELF AND SOUL. It came to me in my sleep, And I rose from my sleep and went Out in the night to weep, Over the bristling bent. With my soul, it seemed, I stood Alone in a moaning wood. And my soul said, gazing at me, "Shall I show you another land Than other this flesh can see?" And took into hers my hand.-- We passed from the wood to a heath As starved as the ribs of Death. Three skeleton trees we pass, Bare bones on an iron moor, Where every leaf and the grass Was a thorn and a thistle hoar. And my soul said, looking on me, "_The past of your life you see._" And a swine-herd passed with his swine, Deformed
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