With him arose the ruddy and fair;
He was right debonair.
They twain to upper air and lower
Advanced the eyes of power.
Ay! but above the dead man’s head
A lotus-flower was spread.
Thence dripped the Amrita, whereby
Life learneth not to die.
The seventh in silence tended it
Against the horror of the pit.
ITI.
Thus in a cage of wisdom lay
The dead man, live as they.
They hold him sacred from the sun,
From death and dissolution.
Within the charmédd space is naught
Possible unto thought.
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