1901 · CLOSE READING
The Soul of Osiris
The Soul of Osiris (1901), PDF p. 66
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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS.
“ THE TWO WISDOMS.”
OPHIE ! I loved her, tenderly at worst.
Yet in my passion’s highest ecstasy,
When life lost pleasure in desire to die
And never taste again the deadly thirst
For those caresses ; even then a curst
Sick pang shot through me : looking afar on high,
Beyond, I see £¿Æ¹± in the sky.
The pretty bubble of Love’s pipe is burst !
Yea ! through the portals of the dusky dawn
I see the nameless Rose of Heaven unfold !
Yea ! through rent passion and desire withdrawn
Burns in the East the far ephemeral gold.
O Wisdom ! Mother of my sorrow ! Rise !
And lift my love to thine immortal eyes !
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