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THE SECRET GATE by WILLIAM SHARP

First Line: FROM OUT THE DARK OF SLEEP, I ROSE, ON THE WINGS OF DESIRE
Last Line: "OPE NOT THE GATE."
Subject(s): DEATH; DESIRE; FEAR; FIRE; SIGHT; TRAVEL; DEAD, THE; JOURNEYS; TRIPS;
From out the dark of sleep I rose, on the wings of desire:
"Give me the joy of sight," I cried, "O Master of Hidden Fire!"
And a Voice said: @3Wait
Till you pass the Gate.@1

"Give me the joy of sight," I cried, "O Master of Hidden Fire!
By the flame in the heart of the soul, grant my desire!"
And a Voice said: @3Wait
Till you pass the Gate.@1

I shook the dark with the tremulous beat of my wings of desire:
"Give me but once the thing I ask, O Master of Hidden Fire!"
And a Voice said: @3Wait!
You have reached the Gate.@1

I rose from flame to flame on pinions of desire:
And I heard the voice of the Master of Hidden Fire:
@3Behold the Flaming Gate,
Where Sight doth wait!@1

Like a wandering star I fell through the deeps of desire,
And back through the portals of sleep the
Master of Hidden Fire
Thundered: @3Await
The opening of the Gate!@1

But now I pray, now I pray, with passionate desire:
"Blind me, O blind me, Master of Hidden
Fire,
I supplicate,
Ope not the Gate."



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