Classic Poem

Now in this crystal mountain I divine
A spiritual, a more interior thing.
It is the love of Shapes—whose patterning
Retreats—appears, and through each other shine
With nuptial energies of curve and line.
The stars embrace in ecstasies of flower—
With godlike passion, with mathematic power—
The hieroglyph, the alphabetic sign.

Now let the cosmic love of gods be claimed.
Here is the sacred festival whereby
A marriage weds a marriage in the sky
With ceremonials no priest has named.
The Lord's own body brighter than the sun
Makes one the two who each is three in one.