Destiny

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Title:     Destiny
Author: Rachel Annand Taylor [More Titles by Taylor]

The great religions of the Rose and Grape
Have bound us in to their sad Paradise:
We dream in crucial symbols, nor escape
The cypress-garden where the slain god lies.
Daughters of lamentation round the Cross
Where Beauty suffers garlanded with thorn,
Remembrancers through all the Night of Loss,
We bear the spikenard of the Easter Morn.
The yearning Springs, the brooding Autumns seethe
Like philtres in our veins. O dark Election,
Are then the sacrificial doors we wreathe
With lilies fiery gates of Resurrexion?
And does the passion of our spices feed
Love's bright Arabian miracle indeed?

[The end]
Rachel Annand Taylor's poem: Destiny

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