I am the Vine; Strong Elm, O give me leave, All round thee my fond Tendrils now to weave. I am the Ivy; be my Cedar Trunk, That I no more to Earth's damp soil may cleave. I am the Bird; O come, be my light Wings, That soaring I yon azure Heaven retrieve. I am the Steed; O come and be my spur, That quick the Victor Goal may me receive. I am the Rosebud; O be my own Rose, That gaudy Earth-weeds ne'er my Heart deceive. I am the East; then rise in me, O Sun, Flame up in Light, and all my Pain relieve. I am the Night; O be my Starry Crown, That in Life's darkness I nor fear, nor grieve. Mystical Union X. With Thy sweet Soul, this Soul of mine— Hath mixed as Water doth with Wine. Who can the Wine and Water part, Or me and Thee when we combine? Thou art become my greater Self; Small Bounds no more can me confine. Thou hast my Being taken on, And shall not I now take on Thine? Me Thou for ever hast affirmed, That I may ever know Thee mine. Thy Love has pierced me through and through, Its Thrill with Bone and Nerve entwine. I rest a Flute laid on Thy Lips; A Lute I on Thy Breast recline. Breathe deep in me that I may sigh; Yet strike my Strings, and Tears shall shine. So sweet my Tears, my Sighs so sweet, I to the World its Joys resign. Thou restest in my inmost Soul Whose depths the mirror'd Heaven define. O Pearl in my Mussel Shell: O Diamond in my darkest Mine! My Honey is in Thee dissolved; O Milk of Life, so mild, so fine! Our Sweetnesses all blent in Thee, Give infant Lips their Smiles benign. Thou crushest me to Drops of Rose; Nor 'neath the Press do I repine. In Thy sweet Pain is Pain forgot; For I, Thy Rose, had this design. Thou bad'st me blossom on Thy Robe, And mad'st me for all eyes Thy Sign. And when Thou pour'st me on the World, It blows in Beauty, all Divine. Identity XI. Although thy Brightness glistens in the Sun, indeed; Yet is my Light with thine all radiant, One, indeed! Thou mad'st of Dust all glitt'ring the circling Heavens above; Yet will with mine thy Spirit ne'er Union shun, indeed! To Dust return the Heavens; again Heavens spring from Dust; Yet hast thou in my Being thy own Life spun, indeed! Now have the Words Eternal that through Heaven's vastness ring, Found Home in human Bosom, and dearer none, indeed! Thou hast the Sunbeams hidden, that in the Diamond glow, Deep, deep in Earth's dark Chambers, a Wonder done, indeed! See, though in vile Soil feeding, and drinking filthy slime, To yon Rose peerless Beauty, in Love, hath run, indeed! O Heart, and be it thou swimmest in Flood, or glow'st in Fire, The same are Fire and Flood: Be pure, my Son, indeed! O MEVLANA, at Morning I woke, and found with thee, My Eyes from Tears all brighten'd, and Heaven now won, indeed! Confession XII.