dmmayeux [2012-02-02 14:03:33 +0000 UTC]
Haunting and beautiful; it reminds me of this poem ...
"The Pilgrim"
Behind me lies the mistress of the East,
Golden in evening, fair dome on dome
Poised and irised like the far-flung foam
Lashed on the rubs of some forsaken coast.
Wicked and lovely temptress, fruitless boast
Of all that man may build and little be
Mart of the world's base passions, where they feast
Of shame was spread, they sin encompassed me
Where all desires and all dreams were rife
With lust of flesh and eye and pride of life,
Lo! I have reft they carnal mastery--
I have gone forth and shut the gates of thee.
Before me lies the desert and the night,
White star and cold above a pathless waste,
Blue shade and grey to where the world effaced
Flings loose its shadows on the lap of God.
Briars and dust upon my brow, unshod,
In pilgrim weeds athwart a vineless land,
My feet shall pass and mark the path aright,
For lo! They staff and rod are in my hand;
And with the light Thy city shall unfurl
Its golden oriflames and tents of pearl---
Dead Babylon, they gilden clasp I flee;
Jerusalem, lift up they gates to me!
--Eleanor Downing
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