THE CELESTIAL PASSION. O WHITE and midnight sky, O starry bath, Wash me in thy pure, heavenly, crystal flood; Cleanse me, ye stars, from earthly soil and scath - Let not one taint remain in spirit or blood!Receive my soul, ye burning, awful deeps; Touch and baptize me with the mighty power That in ye thrills, while the dark planet sleeps; Make me all yours for one blest, secret hour!O glittering host, O high angelic choir,Silence each tone that with thy music jars; Fill me even as an urn with thy white fireTill all I am is kindred to the stars!Make me thy child, thou infinite, holy night,- So shall my days be full of heavenly light!PART I. ART AND LIFE. SAID the Poet unto the Seer, How shall I learn to tell What I know of Heaven and Hell? I speak, but to ashes turn The passions that in me burn. I shout to the skies, but I hear No answer from man or God. Shall I throw my lyre on the sod, Rest, and give over the strife, And sink in a voiceless life?
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