The Soul's (Classic Reprint)

O Pars, awake! The humming-bird's a-wing;
Still thrills the nightingale's sweet welcoming.
Lo, from the hills - the Spring, her hair snow-splashed!
Rose gardens burst to wildest blossoming.

But night owls hoot around Persepolis;
Where jeweled feet have trod, the serpents hiss;
To these dead halls there comes no Springtime bliss:
My time-old search for truth is but as this.

This quest sung he who took the Vine to Spouse;
Nay Pars, why from thy thousand dreams arouse?
If dark thine ancient doors, where dwells the light?
In Omar's harp, why wake despair's carouse?

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Category: Esoteric - Afterlife and Immortality

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