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 purity’s undivided sake