ROSA IGNOTA
For the maidens that float
In the heart of the river;
And the secret note
Sets the waves aquiver
Till the naiads arise
To hear the choir
Of the star-lit skies,
And the secret fire
Of death and desire.
And the rim of the flame
Is pierced and torn
With the spirits made tame
By the breath of the morn,
And the life of the fire
That surges and swells
From the swamp and the mire,
From the million hells,
And the one soft heaven
Where meetly blooms
The heart of the seven
Supernal dooms.
The water of life
Still flashes and flows
From the heart of the strife
To the pathway that goes
To the core of the Rose.
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