Part 4 (2/2)

MY LADY OF DREAMS

'Tis the uid South,-- Where she lounges in the sunshi+ne With a secret at her es with the sunshi+ne Closely fondled to her breast

Calling for that fickle lover, Wanders with his old unrest

And her lips are full and luscious, Where a thousand joys have kissed-- Ah! I arden, Lo! I treuor Cushi+oned for a passion rest, Woven out of drea breast

And I clasp her war deep her dewy lips, Like a bee upon a blossom, Where the honey breathes and drips;

Lie within her war of Nirvana Pictured through a golden rain

There adrea footsteps onward pressing, Only she ht understand

Feel the cool wind fan the forehead, Drink the s, Till the spirit drunk to fervor Sweeps its own aeolean strings

Hear theOf the rare and radiant singers In the starry skies of song

Hear with soul all hushed and quickened, Wrapt in fine unconscious ears, Music singing unto ht aeolean spheres

Till the Past is wed to Present In the golden hall of Tiarland Fro then that life is rainfall, Falling on a drea all eternity

Seeing then, that dreaolden rain-- Call it death or dark oblivion, Drinks and yields it back again

Seeing past is not the total, Seeing present not the last-- Is the future uncreated?

Nay 'tis older than the past

Is today a hty time-wall Beaten outward by the waves?

Nay, it is the crystalspace is onlyspace and Ti syste Ti systems unto space

Till the Soul turns back to April Faint with seeing, and the seen There in dreaer For the rainfalls iris sheen

Ah! 'tis only drea only, asking never How and whence, or whither bound

Only dreas across the blue clad hills From the lakes of cool savannahs, Where thefro across the plainlands Greater than the olden s to the world fro over facts and angles With the artful truth of mist

Then the world is recreated With the Super down the crystal streams;