The Beauty of Death.
Let me sleep, for my soul is
intoxicated with love and
Let me rest, for my spirit has
had its bounty of days and
nights;
Light the candles and burn
the incense around my bed,
and
Scatter leaves of jasmine and
roses over my body;
Embalm my hair with
frankincense and sprinkle my
feet with perfume,
And read what the hand of
Death has written on my
forehead.
Let me rest in the arms of
Slumber, for my open eyes
are tired;
Let the silver-stringed lyre
quiver and soothe my spirit;
Weave from the harp and
lute a veil around my
withering heart.
Sing of the past as you
behold the dawn of hope in
my eyes, for
It’s magic meaning is a soft
bed upon which my heart
rests.
Dry your tears, my friends,
and raise your heads as the
flowers
Raise their crowns to greet
the dawn.
Look at the bride of Death
standing like a column of
light
Between my bed and the
infinite;
Hold your breath and listen
with me to the beckoning
rustle of
Her white wings.
Come close and bid me
farewell; touch my eyes with
smiling lips.
Let the children grasp my
hands with soft and rosy
fingers;
Let the ages place their
veined hands upon my head
and bless me;
Let the virgins come close
and see the shadow of God in
my eyes,
And hear the echo of His will
racing with my breath.
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