Life
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Mystic Miracle, daughter of Delight,
Life, thou ecstasy,
Be eternity. On thy wings thou bearest high Glory and disdain, Ecstasy
and pain. Take me in thy wild embrace Without
weak reserve Body dire and unveiled face; Faint
not, Life, nor swerve. All thy bliss I would explore, All
thy tyranny. Cruel like the lion’s roar, Sweet
like springtide be. Like a Titan I would take, Like
a God enjoy, Like a man contend and make, Revel
like a boy. More I will not ask of thee, Nor
my fate would choose; King or conquered let me be, Live
or lose. Even in rags I am a god; Fallen,
I am divine; High I triumph when down-trod, Long
I live when slain. Page-95 |
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