Owen Innsley - Communion lyrics

One cannot draw the bars against the friends And guests that crowd for entrance at his gate He opes, inviting, nor the simple state Of his abode against their train defends, But there are chambers where the lover tends His sacred fires; where no feet penetrate, Save of immortals; where, early and late, The breath of prayer and sacrifice ascends. In such a spot as this, as in the shrine Of some white temple, in a dusk made sweet With incense, far from outer noise and heat, And hollow haste of them that part and meet, Surrounded by dim presences divine, My soul communes eternally with thine.