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II. ASCETIC
‘Open to him who standeth at thy door,
To him who wears a crown with jewels starred,
To him whose locks are bright with odorous nard;
Open to him, sweet soul, he doth implore.
His garments drop with all love's fragrant store,
His garments drop with all love's fragrant store,
His form is beauty's self; put key to ward,
Open to him, once and for evermore.’
To him who wears a crown with jewels starred,
To him whose locks are bright with odorous nard;
Open to him, sweet soul, he doth implore.
His garments drop with all love's fragrant store,
His garments drop with all love's fragrant store,
His form is beauty's self; put key to ward,
Open to him, once and for evermore.’
‘How should I dare undo my door to greet
The pride of lust and revelry to-night?
Hell's worm breeds at the heart of such delight,
Hell's fire the only end its raptures meet.
O bitterness, be thou alone my sweet!
Blind me, my God, that so I see aright!’
The pride of lust and revelry to-night?
Hell's worm breeds at the heart of such delight,
Hell's fire the only end its raptures meet.
O bitterness, be thou alone my sweet!
Blind me, my God, that so I see aright!’
| Michael Villiers, Idealist | |