I am the Bird of Paradise; And still my Nest is in the Skies. I am the Spirit Falcon, flown From Heav'n's Tent, where it open lies. But in my eager Chase of Prey, I fell to where new Sense Worlds rise. I am the Hero of Mount Kaf,[29] Who braves the Death the Weakling flies. I look on high, until he call Me home from this far Enterprise. I look up steadfast, searching keen, Until my Gaze the Throne descries. There all secure my Nest bides near The Tree of Life, where Nothing dies. [29] Simurg. Also the name of the Phoenix (Von Hammer), but according to Steingass, the Griffin. The First and Last XLII. Thou art of all Man's Joys the Spring; Life's honey'd Sweetness thou dost bring. My gather'd Pearls, from Bosom full, Before thy Feet my glad Hands fling. The Souls love-moved, are circling on, Like Streams to their great Ocean King. Thou art the Sun of all Men's Thoughts; Thy Kisses are the Flowers of Spring. The Dawn is pale from yearning Love; The Moon in Tears is sorrowing. Thou art the Rose; and deep for thee, In Sighs, the Nightingales still sing. O can my Love me so despise, That he my Heart with Pain can wring? O Wine of Life, all fragrant, pour, And soothe the Pain of Death's last Sting! Mystic Love Dance XLIII. On with the Dance! We fly upon the Wings of Love; We glow in all the Joys and scorn the Stings of Love. I heard Love joyous calling from out the Realm of Death; Lo! God hath drown'd dark Death now in living Springs of Love. The Power of Life that loosen'd my Band when I was born, That Hour my Mother gave me the Leading Strings of Love. I asked Love's Self, fond nursing: How shall I Love escape? She said: There is no Outlet from encircling Rings of Love. Love's magic Mirror radiates a Thousand Worlds most fair; And wondering Eyes look dazzled on all it brings of Love. Thy Body's gold surrender to Love's refining Flames, The Gold is Dross till boiling, all pure, it sings of Love. I tell thee why the Ocean aye tosses glittering Spray: It dances and it glances with Gems, Playthings of Love. I tell thee how was Mankind a-formed from Earthy Dust: God in the Dust inbreathèd sweet Whisperings of Love. I tell thee why the Heavens for ever circle round: God's Throne set in the Centre, draws All on Wings of Love. I tell thee why the Zephyr at Morn so softly blows: To flutter every Leaflet with the Kiss it flings of Love. I tell thee why Night hideth in Veil so dark her Face: She makes the World a bridal Tent, and darkling sings of Love. I can divine all Riddles Creation puts to me, For to her Riddles Ever, Man the Answer brings of Love. Dream Fear XLIV.