The Broken Wing/The Temple

​The Temple

PriestAwake, it is Love’s radiant hour of praise!Bring new-blown leaves his temple to adorn,Pomegranate-buds and ripe sirisha-sprays,Wet sheaves of shining corn.
PilgrimO priest! only my broken lute I bringFor Love’s praise-offering!
PriestBehold! the hour of sacrifice draws near.Pile high the gleaming altar-stones of LoveWith delicate burdens of slain woodland deerAnd frail white mountain dove.
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PilgrimO priest! only my wounded heart I bringFor Love’s blood-offering!
PriestLo! now it strikes Love’s solemn hour of prayer,Kindle with fragrant boughs his blazing shrine,Feed the sweet flame with spice and incense rareCurds of rose-pastured kine.
PilgrimO priest! only my stricken soul I bringFor Love’s burnt-offering!
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