Doors Of The Temple

Doors Of The TempleMany are the doors of the spirit that lead

Into the inmost shrine:

And I count the gates of the temple divine,

Since the god of the place is God indeed.

And these are the gates that God decreed

Should lead to his house: – kisses and wine,

Cool depths of thought, youth without rest,

And calm old age, prayer and desire,

The lover’s and mother’s breast,

The fire of sense and the poet’s fire. But he that worships the gates alone,

Forgetting the shrine beyond, shall see

The great valves open suddenly,

Revealing, not God’s radiant throne,

But the fires of wrath and agony.

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