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The grey road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: / The eve was all one voice that breathed its message with no sound: / And burning multitudes pour through my heart, too bright, too blind, / Too swift and hurried in their flight to leave their tale behind.
Twin gates unto that living world, dark honey-coloured eyes / The lifting of whose lashes flushed the face with paradise -- / Beloved, there I saw within their ardent rays unfold / The likeness of enraptured birds that flew from deeps of gold / To deeps of gold within my breast to rest or there to be / Transfigured in the light, or find a death to life in me.
So love, a burning multitude, a seraph wind which blows / From out the deep of being to the deep of being goes: / And sun and moon and starry fires and earth and air and sea / Are creatures from the deep let loose who pause in ecstasy, / Or wing their wild and heavenly way until again they find / The ancient deep and fade therein, enraptured, bright and blind.