The Passionate City
To feel the passionate city throb and flow
Throughout one, every street and every soul,
The power of the blood that sways the whole,
Its agony of yearning and of woe,
And great unutterable fervent glow
Of gladness leaping forward past control —
This is to sip the nectar of a bowl
A giant might be jubilant to know!
Yet over and above I have a sense
Of Beauty, of my Lady, over all
Supreme, and in a solitude intense
Yet peopled with creation, I can call
Most close upon her, leaping every wall
Of separation, each dividing fence.
Throughout one, every street and every soul,
The power of the blood that sways the whole,
Its agony of yearning and of woe,
And great unutterable fervent glow
Of gladness leaping forward past control —
This is to sip the nectar of a bowl
A giant might be jubilant to know!
Yet over and above I have a sense
Of Beauty, of my Lady, over all
Supreme, and in a solitude intense
Yet peopled with creation, I can call
Most close upon her, leaping every wall
Of separation, each dividing fence.
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