Baptism

 Into the furnace let me go alone;
Stay you without in terror of the heat.

I will go naked in--for thus ''tis sweet--
Into the weird depths of the hottest zone.

I will not quiver in the frailest bone,
You will not note a flicker of defeat;
My heart shall tremble not its fate to meet,
My mouth give utterance to any moan.

The yawning oven spits forth fiery spears;
Red aspish tongues shout wordlessly my name.

Desire destroys, consumes my mortal fears,
Transforming me into a shape of flame.

I will come out, back to your world of tears,
A stronger soul within a finer frame.

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