THE EQUINOX
diþs it into the well.
She looks about her, and seeiog
no one, raises he? weil.
From the heart of the sand?
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The water wells up?
Purer than the rain.?
So in my heart?
Love springs?
Chaster than the grace of heaven itself.?
Earth purifies?
More subtly than the sea.?
Only through matter?
Can spirit understand itself,?
Justify itself, become itself?
This mystery I heard?
From the holy man of Bassu.?
His beard was whiter than snow?
Because it had once been blacker than burnt wood.?
So will I cherish my love,
The love which I owe,
Which I give, to my husband
The noblest of the Emirs;
For I and my love and my service
And my duty
All are his.
I have no duty to God
But to obey my husband.
So my heart is freer
Than all other hearts,