ISIS
Thine eyes gaze into the vague distances and thy lips curve in a proud smile. Thine hands are motionless and cold, thy slender limbs are relaxed and thy feet are united upon the stones.
Mother of all Nature: Goddess, fecund, inexhaustible: what is thy mystery we know not—we who also love? Why dost thou always smile, even when quite alone in the dim sanctuary?
Thy voice, kept for the ears of gods, must be very sweet. The ardor of thy limbs must be joyous to thy lord . . .
Dreamest thou, formless and beyond all things, drifting through the eternal silence of thy love? . . . Or hast thou never truly known of life and desire and fear—thou who speakest not nor communest, save in the shadowy visions of thine own soul?
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