12 Beautiful Gates

it is addressed thusly:
A vision.
it reads:
When I was in the city bright
Unnamed the streets, the never-night,
I saw there stood gates ten and two,
And each pearlescent color too
Caught and refracted scattered rays
Which color paints the man who stays.

But such visions, shadows are
Of more solid things by far
But unseen, and so what
Did my heart's own eye then cut
From this raw as gem from stone
Which sees the hidden itself alone?

These twelve gates are the beauties fair
Which are scatter'd 'bout the air
True splendor of the things that be
Twelve-tones for our melody
Four and three are join'd there
Triumphant, florid, humble, austere.

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