Aceldama

XV. Then thine abasement bringeth back the sheaves Of golden corn of exaltation, Ripened and sweetened by the very sun Whose far-off fragrance steals between the leaves Of the cool forest, filling every one That reaps yon gold With strange intoxications mad and manifold. XVI. Only beware gross pleasure—the delight Of fools : the ecstasy, the trance of love— Life's atom-bonds must strain—aye, and most move, And all the body be forgotten quite, And the pure soul flame forth, a deathless dove, Where all worlds end ! If thou art worthy God shall greet thee for a friend. 1 9