Poems (Tree)/Vahdah
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VAHDAH
SUN-AUREOLED lilies are your priestesses,
They stand like choirs in silver surplices,
Melodious streams of silence fill the room,
And pensive listeners lean within the gloom
Of purple quietness. A laughter full of holiness—
Like the wild bells of lilies ringing in the loneliness
Of star-reflected gardens walled with night,—
Thrills from your soul which empties its delight
As rain on lilies, or as sunlight falling slenderly
To gild their ivory temples, and as moonlight shutting tenderly
Their alabaster doors. . . . A white peace grows,
And love, within your spirit like a lily and a rose.
They stand like choirs in silver surplices,
Melodious streams of silence fill the room,
And pensive listeners lean within the gloom
Of purple quietness. A laughter full of holiness—
Like the wild bells of lilies ringing in the loneliness
Of star-reflected gardens walled with night,—
Thrills from your soul which empties its delight
As rain on lilies, or as sunlight falling slenderly
To gild their ivory temples, and as moonlight shutting tenderly
Their alabaster doors. . . . A white peace grows,
And love, within your spirit like a lily and a rose.
1918