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THE INDIAN WIDOW
Through the purifying fire—
Upheap the sandal-wood, and thereupon
Throw cinnamon,
Rich-scented gums, sweet frankincense, and myrrh;
And pour the holy oil
Over the forest spoil
Till the flame enrobeth her!—
‘I aspire!’
Upheap the sandal-wood, and thereupon
Throw cinnamon,
Rich-scented gums, sweet frankincense, and myrrh;
And pour the holy oil
Over the forest spoil
Till the flame enrobeth her!—
‘I aspire!’
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‘Through the purifying fire—
‘With the dead Belovéd lying at my feet,
‘And music sweet
‘Climbing the golden smoke toward the sky;
‘The white flowers in my wreath
‘Crowning me Bride of Death.
‘Let the earth pass cloudily!
‘I aspire!’
‘With the dead Belovéd lying at my feet,
‘And music sweet
‘Climbing the golden smoke toward the sky;
‘The white flowers in my wreath
‘Crowning me Bride of Death.
‘Let the earth pass cloudily!
‘I aspire!’
Through the purifying fire—
True Spirit! free thyself from robes of sense;
Soul! grow intense;
Devotion! climb unto Love's highest throne.
Behold, O seeking eyes!
The pile of sacrifice,
And the flame for bridal zone.—
‘I aspire!’
True Spirit! free thyself from robes of sense;
Soul! grow intense;
Devotion! climb unto Love's highest throne.
Behold, O seeking eyes!
The pile of sacrifice,
And the flame for bridal zone.—
‘I aspire!’
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