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1907 · PDF PAGE 8

Rosa Coeli

II OSE of the World ! Your mystic petals spread Like wings over my head. The tide of burning blood upon my face Drowns all the floating images That danced their spectre saraband In Bacchic race, phantastical embrace, Upon the sepulchres, the dizzy seas Of this my mind, Sabbatic rout that spanned These straits my soul ! Ay, they are dead and drowned (And damned, I doubt !) Ah God ! I am exhaust In the red moon’s holocaust ! God ! God ! The chasms secret and profound Suck down the porphyry flood Of your maniacal, ensorcelled blood That maddens an…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 6

Rosa Coeli

ROSA COELI OSE of the World ! Ruby with blood from the bright veins of God Caught in the chalice of your heart, and pearled With dew at many a melting period When the amethyst lustre of your eyes dissolves The veil that hides your naked splendour From these inform resolves And halting loves of your poor poet’s soul With Radiance mild and tender, So that I see awhile the golden goal ! Yea ! all your light involves Me, me tenebrous, me too cold and base Ever to kindle to the maiden face (Three years my wife, three years of me unwon !) That would …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 9

Rosa Coeli

…some devoutest saint. III S, in our life, I passed the awful gate Where like a Cerberus sate The triform silence, Fate, And bade the red blood bloom Within that Palace of untasted gloom ; As, in our life, confronting the black forms— Colossal ghosts, like storms !— I did abide in the most holy hall And let the dread word fall, Nor bade the red axe falter 4 A

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1907 · PDF PAGE 12

Rosa Coeli

…he timid foot ; but rather will I strip Each rag of thought, and leap Into the sunset deep Still glowing with the glamour Of your life’s blood, and ashen gold With floating gossamer your hair, that might enfold A giant god, and strangle him anon With starry serpents like Laocoon, A stoic god that might enamour And draw him with its tendrils into time. VII Y mouth was wet with the delicious crime Of kissing you, one night, when in a vision Your hair was like a forest of tall pines In winter ; black strange dwarfs with crooked spines And elfin ey…

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