What Word of Fire   What word of fire, Goddess, what white spell, Swift-soaring upwards through these silent skies, May reach those worlds of splendour and surprise, Your home of love where all life's meanings dwell? Had we the purity we could compel You to come down to us; had we the eyes To see those veiled ineffable secrecies, The mystery of your being, there would well Within our hearts such inward power, we'd grow To utter loveliness and be with you, Free from the anguish of this senseless show, Free from the fiery rounds of death and birth, For ever in your sweetness fashioned anew, Till, Lady, you once more descend

Cities of Night   Last night we strayed into the lands of Night, Cities of death, where in the howling street Men walk wolf-eyed, dim evil-eyed, and cheat The mind to images of ghastly sight. Wildly they grope for power, and bite and fight, And kill the heart with passion's poisoned sweet, Burn black the lips with falsehood and deceit, Pollute and desecrate the soul's delight.   The shapes of all things cruel, dark, impure, Are gathered there in horrid slums of shame, And over all that filth, Night's veiling soot; Disdain, distress, despair fill every core Of being; wondering we asked, "Who is to blame, Whence fall the see

Alone   Walking alone, walking inside, Where the radiant lane of power goes straight Deep, deep within, I contemplate Your image wherein all truths abide.   Silent the way, and pure and white; The pressure of that ecstasy Dissolves the being into light: Alone with you, eternally. Page-100

The Rune Within   Listen in the silent night: There's a voice within your dream; When the phantom jazz takes flight, You will hear the singing stream:   The melody of some new morn, Sun-Word of the coming Birth, The mantra of the worlds unborn, A rune that sings beneath the earth. Page-114

The Gates of the Sun   Knock and knock at the gates of the sun, Unveil the golden planes, Where the shapes of the Light are spun, Beyond the earth-sky chains.   All the stars of knowledge have sunk, All wisdoms take their flight, Fall and falter like one dead-drunk, Upon the roads of night.   Madness heaves and a half-lit moon Goes swimming through the brain; Earth insists upon its boon, The waters on their pain.   Let the myriad sins grow still, The sorrows understand; Mould the old worlds to the Will That holds and powers your hand.   Come unfearing, knock and wait, The gates shall swing a

A Revelation   Love, something of your mystery Was shown to me tonight; The vision of your purity, The vision of your light.   The secret workings of your Power Were opened to mine eye, I saw within a silent hour Your eternities pass by.   The sacred wisdom, by your grace, Was then made known to me; I saw the beauty of your face Through all infinity.   The stars and suns and revelling seas  Put forth your deep delight, Gold streams of joy and shining peace Were unveiled to my sight.   The triumph of your winds and storms, Your exquisite, strange art, The rapture of your myriad forms,  Was poured

Be Mute...   Be mute, O heart, Till thick dark over the limbs and lips Seals the white skin impassioned whips have cut apart.   Before your word May meet the winds and waters, come To silent places where all dumb lone things are heard.   Let no tear flow: Why should you try so very hard To search and see if night is starred, or suffer so?   Lest you should tell Your pain in tears or vacant eyes, Take care, before the moon arise, to cloak them well.   If aught reveal In you the hatred and the sting, Go down the dark, discovering the pools which heal. Page-43

Light that Burns   What should we do with Heaven's light If it must wound us so? How sharp its rods and lashes smite, We'd rather hide below   The thick warm layers of our earth, Soft blanketed as once, And cradled darkly as at birth In swathes of ignorance.   And yet within us something cries For that white touch which burns, An anguish in our blackest lies To feel that Truth-fire yearns. Page-120

The Single Theme   My songs have but a single theme: Your love, Beloved, and your grace; The world is but a dream in dream, And Truth's the beauty of your face.   They say my themes are narrow, small, For they can hardly understand That You, O Love, are all in all, And all the worlds are in your hand;   That when I sing of You, I sing Of worlds beyond and worlds above, That even my poorest song can bring Eternal answers from your love. Page-74

-173_All's Well All's Well   There's but one deed to celebrate, The breaking of the Laws of Fate: Death burnt upon that wondrous pyre Built by Love's sacrificial fire.   There's but one image to enshrine, The beauty of that Love divine: The radiant gold within those eyes, From suns in far eternities.   And for the rest — there's naught to say. All's well, because She walked our way, And touched our dust: each thing's a flame, Each atom pulsates with Her Name. Page-175