This world is mightier than death
Though we stand in the cold gray rain
Forever before the high gates of love
Light succumbs not to shades of time
Besieged by each ravished moment
Whose whispered beauty conquers all
Marked in solitary seconds, one by one
Till every thought of heaven pales
For there is but one bliss, one water
One sweet sea whose bright colors
Speed toward the thundering dawn
Whose ancient altars feed all
Rising in pure fire with the earth
Filled with memories of distant oblations
Arise! And live free, among the winged
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