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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. 
My figure stands above, sublime, 
 Shadowing the Key of Life, 
And the passion of my mighty rhyme 
 Divides me as a knife. 
 
For secret symbols on my brow, 
 And secret thoughts within, 
Compel eternity to Now, 
 Draw the Infinite within. 
Light is extended.  I and Thou 
 Are as they had not been. 
 
So on my head the light is one, 
 Unity manifest ; 
A star more splendid than the sun 
 Burns for my crownéd crest ; 
Burns, as the murmuring orison 
 Of waters in the west. 
 
What angel from the silver gate 
 Flames to my fierier face ? 
What angel, as I contemplate 
 The unsubstantial space ? 
Move with my lips the laws of Fate 
 That bind earth’s carapace ? 
 
No angel, but the very light 
 And fire and spirit of Her, 
Unmitigated, eremite, 
 The unmanifested myrrh,