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The fame of Ecstasy the redemption of the World. 
 
 
 
XLI 
 
THE RIDDLE1 
 
 
Habib hath heard ;  let all Iran 
who spell aright from A to Z 
 
Exalt thy fame and understand 
with whom I made a marriage-bed ; 
 
Resort to tool-and-podex play 
till all the world in tears is shed 
 
Before the sword of Azrael, 
the trump of Israfel the dread,2 
 
Exalt, exalt our love at last 
among the living and the dead, 
 
Resort to love, and press its purple 
calix with His purple head, 
 
Till fall the pearls with rubies strung, 
the dews upon the dawn that bled. 
 
Crimson, o lover, was our love, 
and crimson streams the sunset past ; 
 
Hyacinthine glows the vault of night, 
the Future certain, sure to last. 
 
Accept the gold of noon that pours 
its white-hot flood, its radiant blast !