Poet in the Desert, The - Part 22
Shall I sing of Morning
While the Daughters of Day are sick?
Shall I celebrate the defeat of Night
While the Daughters of Day hide
Before the pageant of day?
I cannot sing of Morning while the daughters of
The morning yet to be shut off the light.
I cannot sing of Love
While the keepers of the house of Love
Sell Love upon the street.
They sell the inestimable godhood of their bodies;
But Love they cannot sell.
Love is unsalable; unpurchasable; omnipotent.
None can compel him.
He goes and comes as pleases him.
The torch of Day lights the Earth
But they who hold the torch of Life
Are set to illumine Hell.
Who can delight in the limitless arch, divinely hung
With greater worlds,
While the mothers of worlds more divine than stars
Blaspheme the Night?
While the Daughters of Day are sick?
Shall I celebrate the defeat of Night
While the Daughters of Day hide
Before the pageant of day?
I cannot sing of Morning while the daughters of
The morning yet to be shut off the light.
I cannot sing of Love
While the keepers of the house of Love
Sell Love upon the street.
They sell the inestimable godhood of their bodies;
But Love they cannot sell.
Love is unsalable; unpurchasable; omnipotent.
None can compel him.
He goes and comes as pleases him.
The torch of Day lights the Earth
But they who hold the torch of Life
Are set to illumine Hell.
Who can delight in the limitless arch, divinely hung
With greater worlds,
While the mothers of worlds more divine than stars
Blaspheme the Night?
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