y.
Roots t suck at t of purple earth,
Flame flo ts of the sky.
And ,
And he enduring sky.
Our soul, even the soul of life, your soul and mine,
D in a t enflamed,
And garments ting waves.
Your sceptre cannot siny,
Your ambition.
this and all is wiped away
In the passion of a man and a maid.
Second God
Yea, his love of man and woman?
See ,
And t h his song.
Behroned,
In t t sings to a body t dances.
First God
I turn my eyes doo t of earth,
Nor to you call love.
And w is love,
But t uncertainty
to another slow agony?
I look downward.
is to behold
Save a man and a t greo trap them
t t renounce self
And parent creatures for our unborn tomorrow?
third God
Oion of knowing,
tarless veil of prying and questioning
he world;
And to human forbearance!
e one a waxen shape
And say, It is a thing of clay,
And in clay let it find its end.
e would e flame
And say in our ,
It is a fragment of ourselves returning,
A breat had escaped,
And now s our hands and lips for more fragrance.
Earthers,
ain,
e are still earth-bound,
tiny.
Sy from his eyes?
So stillness,
Or to our own passion?
would your armies of reasoning
?
they who are conquered by love,
And upon w ran
From sea to mountain
And again form mountain to the sea,
Stand even now in a shy half-embrace.
Petal unto petal the sacred perfume,
Soul to soul the soul of life,
And upon their eyelids lies a prayer
Unto you and unto me.
Love is a nig doo a boed,
A sky turned meadoars to fireflies.
true it is, he beyond,
And high.
But love is beyond our questioning,
And love outsoars our son