Softly the moonlight falls upon my eyes And round my soul the scented jasmine flows, I am smitten by these earthly majesties, Intoxicated by the deathless rose.
I live for light, drink in the fateful stars And all my ardent wanderings incline To beauty that no mortal trespass mars. I scan the far penumbra for a sign
That prophesies the advent of thy feet Treading again divinely sanctioned soil, A trysting-ground where man and God may meet And all the stumbling nether forces foil.
Poems Undated (1727)
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