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1907 · PDF PAGE 21

Rosa Coeli

…ed And irrevocably alone. XVI HERE was a boy with O ! the face of dawn, The mother-of-pearl that shimmered on his skin, The breasts like golden roses circling red, The limbs like limbs of a young fawn For litheness—O ! for innocence of sin His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head Danced with its sweet and sacred hopes, So that he paced the enamelled slopes Laughing upon the laughing lake below, Expectant of some strange experience Worth all the woes of sense, Some drop of nectar worth a world of wine, Some grace of One divine Worth…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 6

Rosa Coeli

… 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 be mine, be mine, Were I but man enough To endure the rapture of that sudden sun The knowledge of your love, The assumption of me into that sweet shrine 1 R

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1907 · PDF PAGE 7

Rosa Coeli

…orm-cloud riven ; Only the one shaft through the rose-dawn driven, Thy shaft, Eros ! Not as Apollo or as Artemis Loosing gray death from golden thong To slay the poet in a song, The lover in a kiss ; But to divide the inmost marrow With that ensanguine arrow ; But to unite each bleeding part Of that most universal heart ; Leaving us slaves, and kings ; Bound, and with eagle’s wings ; One soul, comprising all that may be thought, One soul, conscious of nought. 2

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1907 · PDF PAGE 14

Rosa Coeli

…ed Up to the Scorpion and tweaked his tail, Plucked foolish Capricornus by the beard And kissed the Blessed Damozel that leaned upon the golden rail, Drank from the glad rim of the grail Or soothed the squally Twins (for they could weep !) And while I smiled “ In Heaven how safe I am ! ” Found myself in my little bed asleep Having been butted thither by the Ram. X UT in the dream of you, my starry sweet, It is my earth I lose six times in seven. I have the Freedom of the City of Heaven ; But strange (though fair) are all the stars I meet. The d…

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