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Chalice

Chalice of my communion

     With the lost thing that gleams

Communion‑bond of union

     Between me and my dreams!

O chalice of love's most!

In thy wine, earth's wine's ghost

     To lips that are God's flowers,

My soul has dipped the host

     Of my diviner hours.

My lips are as lips kissed.

     My sad soul happy sings.

O shining through the mist

     Of tremulous angels' wings!

I feel me God's moon’s {…} node

A child again, without life's load,

     Remembering how I found me

When I awoke from God

     And felt the world around me.

                               Fernando Pessoa