Song of the Soul
- In the depth of my soul there is
- A wordless song—a song that lives
- In the seed of my heart.
- It refuses to melt with ink on
- Parchment; it engulfs my affection
- In a transparent cloak and flows,
- But not upon my lips.
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- How can I sigh it? I fear it may
- Mingle with earthly ether;
- To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
- In the house of my soul, in fear of
- Harsh ears.
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- When I look into my inner eyes
- I see the shadow of its shadow;
- When I touch my fingertips
- I feel its vibrations.
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- The deeds of my hands heed its
- Presence as a lake must reflect
- The glittering stars; my tears
- Reveal it, as bright drops of dew
- Reveal the secret of a withering rose.
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- It is a song composed by contemplation,
- And published by silence,
- And shunned by clamor,
- And folded by truth,
- And repeated by dreams,
- And understood by love,
- And hidden by awakening,
- And sung by the soul.
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- It is the song of love;
- What Cain or Esau could sing it?
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- It is more fragrant than jasmine;
- What voice could enslave it?
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- It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret;
- What string could quiver it?
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- Who dares unite the roar of the sea
- And the singing of the nightingale?
- Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
- To the sigh of an infant?
- Who dares speak aloud the words
- Intended for the heart to speak?
- What human dares sing in voice
- The song of God?
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