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THE CIRCLE AND THE POINT 
 
THE CIRCLE 
 
I AM the Holy Queen of Heaven !   
 Eternal matter is my name. 
The veiléd star, the crowned eleven. 
 These are my soul, as thou my flame, 
O wingéd globe of serpents twined, 
 O sun of glory in my skies !   
O subtle spirit of my mind !   
 O ardent rapture of mine eyes !   
Thou secret centre, motion, rest :— 
Come to my breast !  Come to my breast !   
 
THE POINT 
 
I am the Lord of Heaven, and I 
 Am secretly arrayed and robed 
In all the azure abyss of sky 
 By serpents wingéd, wound and globed. 
Thou art the Infinite of space, 
 Thou the blue-lidded love of air !   
I burn to kiss the exultant face, 
 To grip the body bent and bare. 
O music !  to my silence be !   
I come to thee !  I come to thee !