The Prophets’ Paradise

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌⁠“If but the Vine and Love Abjuring Band

Are in the Prophets’ Paradise to stand,

Alack, I doubt the Prophets’ Paradise,

Were empty as the hollow of one’s hand.”

THE STUDIO

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌⁠He smiled, saying, “Seek her throughout the world.”

I said, “Why tell me of the world? My world is here, between these walls and the sheet of glass above; here among gilded flagons and dull jewelled arms, tarnished frames and canvasses