Yet, O mortals, do not fear us! We are gentle in our languor; Much more good ye shall have near us Than any pain or anger, And our God's refracted blessing in our blessing shall be given. By the desert's endless vigil We will solemnize your passions, By the wheel of the black eagle We will teach you exaltations, When he sails against the wind, to the white spot up in heaven. Ye shall find us tender nurses To your weariness of nature, And our hands shall stroke the curse's Dreary furrows from the creature, Till your bodies shall lie smooth in death and straight and slumberful. Then, a couch we will provide you Where no summer heats shall dazzle, Strewing on you and beside you Thyme and rosemary and basil, And the yew-tree shall grow overhead to keep all safe and cool. Till the Holy Blood awaited Shall be chrism around us running, Whereby, newly-consecrated, We shall leap up in God's sunning, To join the spheric company which purer worlds assemble: While, renewed by new evangels, Soul-consummated, made glorious, Ye shall brighten past the angels, Ye shall kneel to Christ victorious, And the rays around his feet beneath your sobbing lips shall tremble. [_The phantastic Vision has all passed; the Earth-zodiac has broken like a belt, and is dissolved from the Desert. The Earth Spirits vanish, and the stars shine out above._ CHORUS OF INVISIBLE ANGELS, _while ADAM and EVE advance into the Desert, hand in hand._ Hear our heavenly promise Through your mortal passion! Love, ye shall have from us, In a pure relation. As a fish or bird Swims or flies, if moving, We unseen are heard To live on by loving. Far above the glances Of your eager eyes, Listen! we are loving. Listen, through man's ignorances-- Listen, through God's mysteries-- Listen down the heart of things, Ye shall hear our mystic wings Murmurous with loving. Through the opal door Listen evermore How we live by loving! _First Semichorus._ When your bodies therefore Reach the grave their goal, Softly will we care for Each enfranchised soul. Softly and unlothly Through the door of opal Toward the heavenly people, Floated on a minor fine Into the full chant divine, We will draw you smoothly,-- While the human in the minor Makes the harmony diviner. Listen to our loving!