Show WORK OF THE SHEARS Sesame There is is a chamber in in thy heart A secret chamber dusk and dread A holy mystery apart Wherein thyself hast feared to tred Lo La I am here that hold the key Come open to my Sesame S Within are heaped the brimming urns i Of treasure for its master kept r i rAnd I And on a slender altar burns A flame whose eye has never slept The priest and warden I must be Come open to my Sesame For on my lips there burns a word Must force those magic locks apart And echo strangely ely ever heard Through h the dim galleries of the heart this My love I love but thee 1 Come open to my Sesame J Ju U. u U of Va Magazine |