Out of the seething cauldron of my woes
 Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung
 Where charmed music gathered from my tongue
 And where I chained strange archipelagoes
 Of fallen stars; where fiery passion flows
 A curious bitumen; where among
 The glowing medley moved the tune unsung
 Of perfect love: thence grew the Mystic Rose
 Its petals of divided light
 Its leaves of the most radiant emerald
 Its heart of fire like rubies. At the sight
 I lifted up my heart to God and called:
 How shall I pluck this dream of my desire?
 And lo! there shaped itself the Cross of Fire