Spectacular men! you see
with the spirit's eyes,
piercing the veil.
In a luminous shade you proclaim
a sharp living brightness
that buds from a branch
that blossomed alone
when the radical light took root.
Holy ones of old! you foretold
deliverance for the souls
of exiles
slumped in the dead lands.
Like wheels you
spun round in wonder as you spoke
of the mysterious mountain
at the brink of heaven
that stills many waters, sailing
over the waves.
And a shining lamp
burned in the midst of you!
Pointing,
he runs to the mountain.
Hildegard von Bingen
trad. Barbara Newman
desenho de Edward Burne-Jones
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