170 MYSTERIES:
In my veins all their daughters with joy shall be
thronging,
Burning my blood with desire ;
Aye, for I love, with a passion untamed,
Love, like a tiger, unfed, unashamed,
Love, like a river of fire.
Love, like a fountain of diamonds, uprises,
Striking the sky with its blossom of flame ;
Falls in a rain of bright snow that surprises
Dews of the grass with a sound of acclaim ;
Singing, a silver-string lyre,
Magical chants to awake from their prison
Spirits to answer desire.
Demons from palaces fiery arisen
Now to obey us are dying ;
All the old leaves of the winter fall fast,
Swept by the wide-waving wing of the blast
On to a haven undying.
Here, on the breast of the summer, reposes
Lover by lover, together, alone.
Here do I rest, in a garden of roses,
Here, in the heaven of earth, with my own.
Earth in our: joy is rejoicing.
Dances the sun as we kiss in his despite ;
Star unto star still is voicing
Marvels of song, till the moon for a respite
Tunes her low lute to the even, -
While we lie still, as eternities wend