Bride of the Fire, clasp me now close, -
Bride of the Fire!
I have shed the bloom of the earthly rose,
I have slain desire.
I passed into a lucent still abode
And saw as in a mirror crystalline
An ancient Force ascending serpentine
Mystic Miracle, daughter of Delight,
Life, thou ecstasy,
Let the radius of thy flight
Thy golden Light came down into my brain
And the grey rooms of mind sun-touched became
A bright reply to Wisdom's occult plane,
Life, death, - death, life; the words have led for ages
Our thought and consciousness and firmly seemed
Two opposites; but now long-hidden pages
Who was it that came to me in a boat made of dream-fire,
With his flame brow and his sun-gold body?
O coil, honied envoy of the spring,
Cease thy too happy voice, grief's record, cease:
For I recall that day of vernal trees
All is abolished but the mute Alone.
The mind from thought released, the heart from grief,
Grow inexistent now beyond belief;
In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest,
Whose is the hand that has painted the glow?