I have no converse with the angel-kind Once only saw the Demon at his work In headstrong days when tempestuous youth was blind To the hidden depths where nether forces lurk. There are endless worlds that wait to be revealed Though I have not the skill nor discipline, A higher music is my occult field, It vibratory modes sound within. Music from the strings of a thousand lyres And love divine that through my spirit sings Prompt me to light the sacrificial fires, Prepare my soul for new awakenings.
Poems Undated (1727)
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