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Between, behind our life, the deathless Rose. Across the covert air the spirit breathes, A body of the cosmic beauty and joy Unseen, unguessed by the blind suffering world, Climbing from Nature's deep surrendered heart It blooms for ever at the feet of God, Fed by life's sacrificial mysteries. Here too its bud is born in human breasts; Then by a touch, a presence or a voice The world is turned into a temple ground And all discloses the unknown Beloved. In an outburst of heavenly joy and ease Life yields to the divinity within And gives the rapture-offering of its all, And the soul opens to felicity. A bliss is felt that never can wholly cease, A sudden mystery of secret Grace Flowers goldening our earth of red desire. All the high gods who hid their visages From the soiled passionate ritual of our hopes, Reveal their names and their undying powers. A fiery stillness wakes the slumbering cells, A passion of the flesh becoming spirit, And marvellously is fulfilled at last The miracle for which our life was made. A flame in a white voiceless cupola Is seen and faces of immortal light, The radiant limbs that know not birth and death, The breasts that suckle the first-born of the Sun, The wings that crowd thought's ardent silences, The eyes that look into spiritual Space. Our hidden centres of celestial force Open like flowers to a heavenly atmosphere; Mind pauses thrilled with the supernal Ray, And even this transient body then can feel Ideal love and flawless happiness 
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