Intaglios
A P ARADOX
Like a white lily swaying in the wind,
So rooted, yet so restless is thy mind;
And thy high soul is like a burning star,
So steadfast and so swift, so instant and so far.
A RTIFICE
Out of our sins
Wise Love begins
To make a soul;
On sense of guilt
A heart is built,
Humble and whole.
A H EART
A crumbling crag, all crevices and caves,
Where birds and bats have homes, and men have graves.
Like a white lily swaying in the wind,
So rooted, yet so restless is thy mind;
And thy high soul is like a burning star,
So steadfast and so swift, so instant and so far.
A RTIFICE
Out of our sins
Wise Love begins
To make a soul;
On sense of guilt
A heart is built,
Humble and whole.
A H EART
A crumbling crag, all crevices and caves,
Where birds and bats have homes, and men have graves.
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