 | The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard |  |
[He needs a guide no longer]
He needs a guide no longer
When he hath found the way
That leads already to the Friend;
He cannot go astray.
When he hath found the way
That leads already to the Friend;
He cannot go astray.
He need not search for ladders
To climb with feet and hands,
When on the topmost dome of heaven
His soul already stands.
To climb with feet and hands,
When on the topmost dome of heaven
His soul already stands.
No messenger nor letter
He needs, when he at rest
Lies folded close in favor
Upon the Sultan's breast.
Rumi, thou needest nothing more,
For what thou hast is best.
He needs, when he at rest
Lies folded close in favor
Upon the Sultan's breast.
Rumi, thou needest nothing more,
For what thou hast is best.
| The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard | |