THE GATE OF THE SANCTUARY. 
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A hollow voice from every quarter cries : 
‘ O thou, zelator of this Paradise, 
Tell thou the secret of the pillar !  None 
Can hear thee, of the souls beneath the sun. 
Speak, or the very Godhead in thee dies. 
For we are many and thy name is One. 
 
The Godhead in me !  As a flash there came 
The jealous secret and the guarded name. 
The quest was mine !  And yet my thoughts confute 
My intuition ;  and my will was mute. 
My voice—ah !  flashes out the word of flame : 
“ Eternal Beauty, One and absolute ! ” 
 
The overwhelming sweetness of a voice 
Filled me with Godhead.  “ Still remains the choice ! 
Thou knowest me for Beauty !  Canst thou bear 
The fuller vision, the abundant air ? ” 
I only wept.  The elements rejoice ; 
No tear before had ever fallen there. 
 
I thought within myself a bitter thing, 
Standing abased.  The golden marriage ring 
The queen had given—how her beauty stank 
Now in mine yes, where once their passion drank 
Its secret sweets of poison.  Let the spring 
Of love once dawn—all else hath little thank ! 
 
Yet resolute I put my love away. 
I could not live in this amazing day.