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 song.

    Second God

    Seek you a distant orb,

    And  consider tar

    ed?

    tre in space

    Save wo self,

    And beauty filling our o shame our lips.

    t distant is t near.

    And hings.

    Oy dreaming brother,

    Return to us from times dim borderland!

    Unlace your feet from no-where and no-when,

    And dy

    erth ours

    one upon stone.

    Cast off your mantle of brooding,

    And comrade us, masters of th green and warm.