The Alhambra and Other Poems By F. B. Money-Coutts [i.e. F. B. T. Coutts-Nevill] |
The Eternal Conflict
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The Eternal Conflict
LuisRefined and penetrated
By God's refulgent fire,
In body separated,
Our spirits shall aspire,
In holy love embracing,
The mystic mount to climb,
Beyond the sin enchasing,
Beyond the reach of Time;
Until those purple petals
Round Love Divine involved,
Intense as molten metals,
Saints, martyrs, and absolved,
In Paradise expanding,
All pain with peace allay,
That passes understanding,
And none can take away!
Pepita
Alas! I cannot follow
Your spirit in its flight!
Such Love to me seems hollow
And empty of delight!
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Your shadow and your name;
I love your voice and gesture,—
Your self! and feel no shame!
The folly of my senses
Can Death alone efface!
For Love in fond offences
Finds sacramental grace!
My heart, though clayed and clodded,
Has flowered without a stain!
Pepita disembodied
Must be Pepita slain!
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