vaulted heart and womb of fire, And in the domes and chambers of my breasts, The seeds of Life glow teeming--O Sun-king, sire! Arch-quickener of Existence, gild these crests;-- Scatter thy warmth till harvest clothe these plains, And I shall broider me in bridal dreams, Yea, light my feast with blazonry, my veins Leap like my crystal and tellurian streams. In me bright blooms and golden fruitage blown Shall mark where errant, immortal summers creep, And man that is flesh of me, in every zone Build jewelled towns where quick and dead shall sleep. O fixed and faithful through the seasons round, The throne of Earth, her sceptre and her loom, Are mine, with mute, maternal glory crowned,  In me all Life shall flower, all Death re-bloom!

Child of the Sun, unmastered and insurgent pulse of Life; breath of the empyrean, seraph winged with ardours and with loveliness!

Comes Fire, pontiff celestial, King of Elements, errant angel, that basks and rejoices in his spaces.

He comes and takes from darkness and cold their undivided victories. Out of the famished sands he leaps, out of the crater's maw.

The genius of flame winds on, touching the peaks with consecration. His red and golden nakedness is crested with his sable clouds of hair.

Upward and onward he aspires. His crimson vans are spread against the heavens, his torches flutter, making glorious the funerals of the day. His feet are a scourge across the soil; his arms are lifted to the stars.

Co-eval with them he burns and sings with a thousand tongues.

 

 

 

 

SONG OF FIRE

A FETTERLESS, bright spirit, wing'd and pure, Soul from all souls of Suns in essence bred, Lo! Fire am I,--without me shall endure No Life, nor plant nor creature lift its head. In burning beards of comets red I float; I dance with lambent torches on the stars; I wash with sulphurous flame the roaring throat Of peaks, and blaze beneath the thunder's cars. Master of Earth am I;--on her my will I stamp, and with fierce searing kisses press My passion on her naked flesh and thrill Her hidden veins with rapture. My caress Is lustral. 

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