Vision is locked in stone, The lion in the air is gone With the great lion of the sun. The sky is wild and cold. The tawny fire is gone, The hill where love did open like a rose Is black. It snows....
God of the empty room, Your will be done. Your will be done: Now shines the inward sun, The beating heart that glows Within the skeleton, The magic rose, the purer living gold, Shine now, grown old.
All that is young and bold, The lion's roar, the flaming skin and wild, Unearthly peace now cherish and enfold And fresh sleep overcome, That in this death-in-life, delicate, cold, The spiritual rose Flower among the snows— The love surpassing love.
