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Rosa Mundi
Rosa Mundi (1905), PDF p. 6
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Rose of the World !
Red glory of the secret heart of Love !
Red flame, rose-red, most subtly curled
Into its own infinite flower, all flowers above !
Its flower in its own perfumed passion,
Its faint sweet passion, folded and furled
In flower fashion ;
And my deep spirit taking its pure part
Of that voluptuous heart
Of hidden happiness !
Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros !
(While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress
Stolen of the scented rose
Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ache !)
Bend into an agony of art
Whose cry is ever rapture, and whose tears
For their own puritys undivided sake
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