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Arthur Symons - The Turning Dervish
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Stars in the heavens turn, 
I worship like a star, 
And in its footsteps learn 
Where peace and wisdom are. 

Man crawls as a worm crawls; 
Till dust with dust he lies, 
A crooked line he scrawls 
Between the earth and skies.
 
Yet God, having ordained 
The course of star and sun, 
No creature hath constrained 
A meaner course to run. 

I, by his lesson taught, 
Imagining his design, 
Have diligently wrought 
Motion to be divine. 

I turn until my sense, 
Dizzied with waves of air, 
Spins to a point intense, 
And spires and centres there.

There, motionless in speed, 
I drink that flaming peace, 
Which in the heavens doth feed 
The Stars with bright increase. 

Some spirit in me doth move 
Through ways of light untrod, 
Till, with excessive love, 
I drown, and am in God.
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