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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse

Has touched me, And passed on.


 * I arise, facing the east—

Pearl—doored sanctuary From which light, Hand-linked with dew and fire, Dances.


 * Hail, essence, hail!

Fill the windows of my soul With beauty: Pierce and renew my bones: Pour knowledge into my heart As wine.


 * Cualann is bright before thee.

Its rocks melt and swim: The secret they have kept From the ancient nights of darkness Flies like a bird.