The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite in two volumes ... With a Portrait |
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 | The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite |  |
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DIVINE MISSION
Imagination, vesting mortal form
With shadows cast by Deity, be thou
My minister! Immortal Mind, proclaim
Thy true intent! Magician of the Will,
Directing both, and thou, uplifted soul
Of inspiration and of poesy,
A holy task is yours: with power descend!
A life is put into your priestly hands
To lead by lone and consecrated paths
From realm to realm of ideality.
With shadows cast by Deity, be thou
My minister! Immortal Mind, proclaim
Thy true intent! Magician of the Will,
Directing both, and thou, uplifted soul
Of inspiration and of poesy,
A holy task is yours: with power descend!
A life is put into your priestly hands
To lead by lone and consecrated paths
From realm to realm of ideality.
The panorama of this outward world,
Before mine eyes transfigured in a breath,
Is supernaturally glorified.
A high entrancement dwells on earth and sky,
On that far-gleaming pageantry—that flash
Of crumbling crests—proclaiming open sea—
My other self-ness or my heritage.
So one thing more to beautify and bless—
One human soul to deify—one maid
To fill with immortality—one deep,
Illuminating, infinite dream of love!
Before mine eyes transfigured in a breath,
Is supernaturally glorified.
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On that far-gleaming pageantry—that flash
Of crumbling crests—proclaiming open sea—
My other self-ness or my heritage.
So one thing more to beautify and bless—
One human soul to deify—one maid
To fill with immortality—one deep,
Illuminating, infinite dream of love!
I thank Thee for this bracing mountain-air
Which rectifies all faculties of soul,
Thou mighty God! I yearn, I yearn, to Thee.
My heart ascends in aspiration pure
To meet Thy majesty, Thy tranquil light:
Another being in these arms I bear.
Baptize her beauty in benignant beams,
Invest her with the freedom's perfect gift
Of Thine illuminated and elect.
Which rectifies all faculties of soul,
Thou mighty God! I yearn, I yearn, to Thee.
My heart ascends in aspiration pure
To meet Thy majesty, Thy tranquil light:
Another being in these arms I bear.
Baptize her beauty in benignant beams,
Invest her with the freedom's perfect gift
Of Thine illuminated and elect.
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