A Chant of Mystics and Other Poems/A Chant of Mystics
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Every flower
In his bower
Is Love's dower,—
Allah, Allah!
His compassion
And his passion
Are our fashion,—
Allah, Allah!
Whirl, whirl, whirl,
Till the world is the size of a pearl.
Dance, dance, dance,
Till the world's like the point of a lance.
Soar, soar, soar,
Till the world is no more.