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Who shall sing of the bridal in valleys of autumn, among the vineyards and the cornfields,
Or tell of the scent of apples on the night of love?
Who shall chant of the blood-red harvest-moon above the granaries and the wine-press,
And dropping fruits and the kiss of Adam and Eve?
O white miraculous bodies that becoming one, change to a channel
For all fire of all suns, the ecstasy of Creation:
And by no love of a sterile God in the heavens,
And by no love of a memory or an idol of the Past,
But by strong love of the living God, even the Life in each other,
Become Creators, bearing the living child!
Now Man, the sower, sows the immortal seed,
Now Woman, the sown, takes up the ancient burden of the Earth …
The Mother-Past loosens her hands from them:
A little child shall lead them …
Or tell of the scent of apples on the night of love?
Who shall chant of the blood-red harvest-moon above the granaries and the wine-press,
And dropping fruits and the kiss of Adam and Eve?
O white miraculous bodies that becoming one, change to a channel
For all fire of all suns, the ecstasy of Creation:
And by no love of a sterile God in the heavens,
And by no love of a memory or an idol of the Past,
But by strong love of the living God, even the Life in each other,
Become Creators, bearing the living child!
Now Man, the sower, sows the immortal seed,
Now Woman, the sown, takes up the ancient burden of the Earth …
The Mother-Past loosens her hands from them:
A little child shall lead them …
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