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TO S. M.
T. K.
S. V.
G. R.
E. Y.
J. S.
COMRADES IN THE CRAFT
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AT ONE
Sometimes a sudden fount of tears jets in my heart
And oft-times golden gleams will through my being dart:
Your cry or laugh, my sweet, though we are far apart.
And oft-times golden gleams will through my being dart:
Your cry or laugh, my sweet, though we are far apart.
Above this hidden fount I bend and whisper clear
More words of fonder love than if your heart were near,
More tenderly than if my arms were round you, dear.
More words of fonder love than if your heart were near,
More tenderly than if my arms were round you, dear.
I feel your gay love lights such love in me afar,
I would not have you near, for eyes and lips might mar
The silence where we meet and star is lost in star.
I would not have you near, for eyes and lips might mar
The silence where we meet and star is lost in star.
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I think of you in peace though under alien skies:
Though death itself bereft, your love in me would rise
In rainbow ripples borne from your heart in Paradise.
Though death itself bereft, your love in me would rise
In rainbow ripples borne from your heart in Paradise.
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LOVE FROM AFAR
A burning fire rose up within me,
You were away long miles apart;
You could not wait the day to win me,
But came a lightning to my heart.
You were away long miles apart;
You could not wait the day to win me,
But came a lightning to my heart.
I call into that flaming centre
“Spirit, I love you.” Far away
Fades from the paradise I enter
The dim unreal land of day.
“Spirit, I love you.” Far away
Fades from the paradise I enter
The dim unreal land of day.
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BEAUTY
My spirit would have beauty to build its magic art
Come hither, star of evening, and dwell within my heart
Oh, twilight, fall in pearl dew, each healing drop may bring
Some image of the song the Quiet seems to sing.
Come hither, star of evening, and dwell within my heart
Oh, twilight, fall in pearl dew, each healing drop may bring
Some image of the song the Quiet seems to sing.
My spirit would have beauty to offer at the shrine,
And turn dull earth to gold and water into wine,
And burn in fiery dreams each thought till thrice refined
It may have power to mirror the mighty Master's mind.
And turn dull earth to gold and water into wine,
And burn in fiery dreams each thought till thrice refined
It may have power to mirror the mighty Master's mind.
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My spirit would have beauty to draw thee nigh, my bird.
I seek the lips that spake thee, sung thee, a starry word.
I'd breathe anew that music, and lure thee from afar,
And still thy quivering pinions at peace in thy own star.
I seek the lips that spake thee, sung thee, a starry word.
I'd breathe anew that music, and lure thee from afar,
And still thy quivering pinions at peace in thy own star.
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A WAY OF ESCAPE
There's a way of escape through the Gate of Sorrow,
A light at the end of the Path of Pain:
But our joy and our love can have no to-morrow,
And to drink is to sink to the earth again.
A light at the end of the Path of Pain:
But our joy and our love can have no to-morrow,
And to drink is to sink to the earth again.
There is death in the breath when our lips draw nigher,
And we lay waste the plain for a flower to grow;
And we build up the tower of an hour's desire
With dust from the pit of its overthrow.
And we lay waste the plain for a flower to grow;
And we build up the tower of an hour's desire
With dust from the pit of its overthrow.
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THE CROWN
I wore in joy a radiant star;
Its rays flew forth into the night;
It made them glad who watched afar,
And filled their gloom with happy light.
Its rays flew forth into the night;
It made them glad who watched afar,
And filled their gloom with happy light.
Their eyes no more the light may win,
And all the loves are changed to scorns.
The rays of light pierce deep within,
The star is now my crown of thorns.
And all the loves are changed to scorns.
The rays of light pierce deep within,
The star is now my crown of thorns.
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