Pieces broken on the stones - Light from lamps had fallen, broke - Gleaming weak and scarse felt... To the dormant wall I came,
The third Mystery of Damascus will be: The Straight Street ☯☯☯
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The first Mystery of Damascus will be: The Gate of Moon (The Gate of Peace باب السلام) ☯☯☯
Do become the whiteness of the milky mist, Do become the dream of eve... Do become the deepness of dark night, Fade and melt, become the sight!
"I have brought the pots of vagueness," Spilled it evening late, thus saying... Violet and blue deluged... Outlines did shiver in this flood...
Yon remote argent cloud - From us summer running, where? Foliage murmuring, joyous, now - Smouldered, fallen tones of sadness.
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Whirling, whirling in half-slumber, Through the walls as ghost I pass; Moon is crooning, lonely chanter, "Come and be with us..."
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