The Rising Flame

THE ame of an eternal life

Burns inly like a deathless star;

Inviolate as a cliff

Its incense-wings rise towards the Far.

On our high summit tracts it throws

Reections of a shadowless bliss,

Fragrance of heavens immortal Rose,

A glory of crimson silences.

A rapture cadence of a wave

From an immutable moonfringed sky,

It came into the bodys cave

The Timeless seizing times deep cry.

The smile of a sun-haloed Face

Colours the bare and voiceless sea;

In breathless bleak and trammelled space

Heart-beats of moon-White ecstasy!

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