Before the Cross of flame

I cry, as thro' the gloom I steal,

The glory of the Name.

Help me to mourn, and I shall love;

What grief is like to mine?

Crown me with thorn, the stars above

Shall in the circlet shine!

The Temple opens wide: none sees

The love, the dream, the light!

O, blind and finite, are not these

Blinding and infinite?

The veil, the veil is rent: the skies

Are white with wings of fire,

Where victim souls triumphant rise

In torment of desire.

Help me to seek: I would not find,

For when I find I know

I shall have clasped the hollow wind

And built a house of snow.

HAUNTED IN OLD JAPAN

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