Swaying garland,
Girdle of glowing roses,
Trembling in the Creator’s breath, —
Holy war
Spellbound in a rigid dance, —
Battle cry in the throats,
Death rattle,
Swords turned within,
Aimed into the hearts! —
And in the dancing ring my heart, —
Dark forlorn rose,
Still thinking of the farthest golden garden
Fragrant for the forgotten.
Oh, dance of awakened hearts
In a girdle of glowing roses, —
In the light of Thy breath,
There Thou art!
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