Classic Poem

We heard the accent of the King of Kings,
And in our memory of immortal things
We stored the prophets words. Oh, it was wise.
Be you remembered, gay and lovely eyes!
Twin avatars of all that life desires,
The pure, the unimaginable fires,
Within the Mother's being. Oh, twin stars,
Be you remembered as those avatars,
The Wise revealers; for through you we see
Life's radiance and its ceaseless ecstasy.