Moon-flower (Consecration)   In the dark hid grots the moon-seed dreams, And secretly unfolds to bloom, Feeding upon the purple streams And blood-red saps of earth and doom.   Gathering and transmuting all To one immaculate flame-white, It flowers beneath your loved foot-fall, The moon-flower of the heart's delight.   Page-30

By Day and Night   You did not come by day or night: My yearning heart's deep agony Grew tensed into a flame of light That burnt me inly, silently. ...   Yet day and night, Love, You were there, Holding me in your close caress; Only my soul lay unaware And sorrowed in her loneliness.   Yes, day and night your white love kept Its shining vigil over me,  Nourished and warmed me while I slept Within your world-womb's mystery.   But now that I am born again Of your pure mystic body's clay, Your love-seal's on my lonely pain, My heart in yours all night and day. Page-5

Streamlets   Lord, how bright the waters flow, Shimmering silver, sparkling gold, Let Your mercy now bestow A power within the heart to hold   Some streamlets of that ecstasy Which cleans the being through and through, And with its inmost light sets free My soul to swiftly come to You. Page-167

Teshtar   How white you shine, how steadfast, sure, O brightest star of the sky; Star of the Prophet, — still and pure, Above the night world's lie;   Above the waters, restless, strange, Above the weltering mood Of dark dream-surges, Time and change, And soul's inquietude.   O star most perfect, bring to me The spirit's calm delight; Poised over earth's pain and ecstasy, Make beautiful my night. Page-22

Beyond the Veils   Beyond the beauteous veils of dew, Open your eyes, adream, aswoon, Where new translucencies move through The secret spaces of the moon.   Beyond the Silence's covering, The unborn purities await, — Each folded in its angel-wing, — Dawn-bugles from the gates of Fate.   The blue vaults of the heavens divide, Dream spirits pass in, one by one, Earth-radiances arise and glide, Into the kingdoms of the Sun.   But you must pass still far beyond, Above the terraced truths, and free Your tranced soul from its last dream-bond Into unringed Eternity. Page-34

Night of Soul   No rosary threaded with flower and pearl Revolves in my fingers of hunger and glut: My heart is as black as a gipsy-girl With her mouth tight shut.   The places of earth are as dark as a sin, And dark, furrow-dark is the song of the sea; My thought's swooning steps are beating within A dead litany.   The freedom of winds stings the trees' repose, Till leaf-life is blackened with poison and blight; My lips are sick-pale with the oozing which flows From the breast of the night.   Unholy, the hollowing, curving white hands, Which, empty of gifts, never burn down and die; Which put out the sacrifice-fire,

-046_·Separation Separation   Love, long ago we two were one... What was it made You speak that prayer, And give me this dark cross, alone? — The cross which now it is You who bear.   They say You wished to see your joy — Had we for that to live apart? Had You to shape of clay a toy, Before You could enjoy my heart?   Because, remembering not your mirth, I cry over all my hurt and pain, Must You now push through clay and earth, Before we can be one again? Page-44

Open Your Gates   Open Your gates of eternal peace, Compassion divine; Let the tired soul now find release Within Your shrine.   Aeons of dark have fallen upon it, Burden of night; Time has snatched a wing and torn it, Dust dimmed its sight.   Earth's layers have crusted around its breath, Choked up its life: Pale ghosts of pain, hauntings of death, Agony, strife...   O open the prison-bars, set free The yearning flame; Open the doors of eternity In Your Love's Name. Page-127

Paradox   A moon upon the heart of darkness, A light upon the sea,  My little pride shows all its sparkling, And You keep showing me.   Were You the moon upon my darkness, The light upon my sin, I'd understand the magic marking, Of spells which write us kin.   But You are smooth with dark awareness, And I, moon-like, a stain; And your still heart can wait and carry The beating of my pain.   And You, wide sea, are dark With drinking The sin of stream on stream; Among your tossed-up, floating trinkets, My light stands like a dream.   I flaunt our kinship over sky-earth, My pride against your peace, Till ga

Perspective   Beyond the unperspected horizons is nothing; Don't lie still, unsuspecting, dear; Sit up or twist yourself into a posture to picture the world straight; Let the nerves storm, the bones grate, the thought-curves gripe awry, the wrench-twirls cry and torture, — Till the whirl of blood tincture moods aright; give themes their proper shade and colour, discover all proportions — proper, unselfish, right-toned. They say, man becomes centre and measure of all his gaugings, and self-centred, self-cinctured, self-caged, ventures to encounter Sun-Truth — Sit up, though the limbs ache and hiss their agony; sit up