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124° MYSTERIES : Lifted, and in the shadow far behind Dim and divine, within the shadow blind. My own love’s face most amorously draw Out of the deep toward my cloudy mind. And suddenly I felt a kiss enclose My whole live body, as a rich red rose Folding its sweetness round the honey-bee. I felt a perfect soul embracing me, And in my spirit like a river flows A passion like the passion of the sea.
126 MYSTERIES : Endowing which with sacred power I sought A little while, as thought that seeks for thought, And found his changeless love endure as mine, And all his passion round me as a vine. So clinging fibres of desire control My perfect body, and my perfect soul Shot flakes of light toward him, and my eyes, Seeking his face, were made divinely wise. So, solemn, silent, ’mid a merry folk - I bound him by my forehead’s silver yoke, And grew immense about him and within, And so possessed him wholly, without sin. For I had crossed the barrier…
120 MYSTERIES: When soul to soul is locked, and eyes are wed, And lips not touched kiss secretly by sight. These things we fear, and move as in a mist One from the other, and we had not kissed. Only the perfume of her lips and hair Love’s angel wafted slowly to me there, And as I went like death away I wist _Its savour faded, nor my soul aware. I turned and went away, away, away, Out of the night that was to me the day, And_rode to meet the sun to hide in light The sorrow of the day that was the night. So I rode slowly in the morning gray, And …
122 MYSTERIES: Worshipping where her false lewd body dwelt Was dark and hateful ; and a sleepy flood Trickled therefrom as magic gums that melt. I had no care that hour for anything : Not for my love, not for myself; I cling Desperate to despair, as some to hope, Unheeding Saturn in their horoscope ; But I, despair is lord of me and king ; But I, my thoughts tend ever to the rope. But I, unknightly, recreant, a coward, Dare not release my soul from fate untoward By such a craven’s cunning. Nay, my soul Must move unflinching to what’bitter goal …