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Rh  I rule o'er thee! My heart is moved, and I Unto thy beauty deathlessness bestow, That noble spirits on their knees sink low, Humbly ecstatic as thou soar'st on high.

Demon or angel thou art unto me,— This know: a lotus-flower or frenzy's fount, Where I in thirst and potent yearning turn.

O thou, my ruler and my slave!—with thee Unto the shrine of the ideal I mount, That thou may'st live, my heart thereon I burn. 



, 'mid the fields Of pallid green Wields Crystalline night her sheen. An ocean white Quivers in space. Bright Mists waft round my resting-place. Misty chains Softly entwine Strains Of silvery harps that fade and pine. Life's imaged wreath Is blurred in dream 'Neath Nirvana’s dome with stainless gleam. 