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AMBERGRIS 
Beware !  Who hath entered hath no boast to make, 
And conscious Eden surelier breeds the snake. 
Be silent !  O !  for silence sake ! 
 
8.  That asks the impossible Smite !  Smite ! 
Profaned adytum of pure light, 
Smite !  but I must sing on. 
Nay !  can the orison 
Of myriad fools provoke the Crowned-with-Night 
Hidden beyond sound and sight 
In the mystery of His own high essence ? 
Lo, Rose of all the gardens of the world, 
Did thy most sacred presence 
Not fill the Real, then this voice were whirled 
Away in the wind of its own folly, thrown 
Into forgotten places and unknown. 
So I sing on ! 
Sister and wife, dear wife 
Light of my love and lady of my life, 
Answer if thou canst from the unsullied place, 
Unveiling for one star-wink thy bright face ! 
Did we leave then, once cognisant, 
Time for some Fear to implant 
His poison ?  Did we hesitate ? 
Leave but one little chance to Fate ? 
For one swift second did we wait ? 
There is no need to answer :  God is God, 
A jealous God and evil ;  with His rod 
He smiteth fair and foul, and with His sword 
Divideth tiniest atoms of intangible time, 
That men may know He is the Lord. 
Then, with that sharp division, 
Did He divide our wit sublime ? 
Our knowledge bring to nought ? 
We had no need of thought. 
We brought His malice in derision. 
So thine eternal petals shall enclose 
Me, O most wonderful lady of delight, 
Immaculate, indivisible circle of night, 
Inviolate, invulnerable Rose !