bering ear arrests
Ere the breath yields it to the wind?
My heart longs for what my heart ceives not,
And unto the unknown where memory dwells not
I would and my spirit.
Oh, tempt me not with glory possessed,
And seek not to e with your dream or mine,
For all that I am, and all that there is oh,
And all that shall be, ih not my soul.
Oh my soul,
Silent is thy face,
And in thine eyes the shadows of night are sleeping.
But terrible is thy silence,
And thou art terrible.
Third God
Brothers, my solemn brothers,
The girl has found the singer.
She sees his raptured face.
Panther-like she slips with subtle steps
Through rustling vine and fern.
And now amid his ardent cries
He gazes full on her.
Oh my brothers, my heedless brothers,
Is it some od in passion
Who has woven this web of scarlet and white?
What unbridled star has goray?
Whose secret keepeth night from m?
And whose hand is upon our world?
First God
Oh my soul, my soul,
Thou burning sphere that girdles me,
How shall I guide thy course.
And unto ace direct thy eagerness?
Oh my mateless soul,
In thy huhou preyest upon thyself,
And with thine own tears thou wouldst quench thy thirst;
Fht gathers not her dew into thy cup,
And the day brings thee no fruit.
Oh my soul, my soul,
Thou grounded ship laden with desire,
Whence shall e the wind to fill thy sail,
And what higher tide shall release thy rudder?
Weighed is thine anchor and thy wings would spread,
But the skies are silent above thee,
And the still sea mocks at thy immobility.
And what hope is there for thee and me?
What shifting of worlds, what new purpose in the heavens,
That shall claim thee?
Does the womb of the virgin infinite
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