Ambergris

AMBERGRIS 139 O poets ! O masters ! O lovers ! Sweet souls of the strength of the sun ! The couch of eternity covers Our loves, and our dreams are as done. Reality closes Our life into roses ; We are infinite space : we are one. There is one that hath sought me and found me In the heart of the sand and the snow : He hath caught me, and held me, and bound me, In the lands where no flower may grow His voice is a spell, Hath enchanted me well ! I am his, and I will it or no. But I will it, I will it, I will it ! His speck of a soul in its cars Shall lift up immensity ! fill it With light of his lyrical bars. His soul shall concentre All space ; he shall enter The beautiful land of the stars. He shall know me eternally wedded To the splendid and subtle of mind ; For thee pious, the arrogant-headed, He shall know they nor seek me nor find. O afloat in me curled ! Cry aloud to the world That I and my kisses are kind ! O lover ! O poet ! O maiden To me in my magical way ! Be thy songs with the wilderness laden ! Thy lyre be adrift and astray :— So to me thou shalt cling ! So to me thou shalt sing Of the beautiful law of the day !