Out of the seething cauldron of my woes Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung Where charmed music gathered from my tongue And where I chained strange archipelagoes Of fallen stars; where fiery pa**ion flows A curious bitumen; where among The glowing medley moved the tune unsung Of perfect love: thence grew the Mystic Rose Its petals of divided light Its leaves of the most radiant emerald Its heart of fire like rubies. At the sight I lifted up my heart to God and called: How shall I pluck this dream of my desire? And lo! there shaped itself the Cross of Fire!