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The World Game
THE ISHWARA TO THE ISHWARI
In god-years yet unmeasured by a man's thought or by the earth's dance or the
moon's spin
I have guarded the law of the Invisible for the sake of thy smile, O sweet;
While lives followed innumerable winged lives, as if birds crossing a wide sea,
I have watched on the path of the centuries for the light of thy running feet.
The earth's dancing with tpe sun in his fire-robes,
was it not thou circling my flame-soul?
The gazings of the moon in its nectar-joy were my
look questing for thee through Space.
The world's haste and the racing of the tense mind and the long gallop of fleet
years
Were my speed to arrive through the flux of things and to neighbour
at last thy face.
The earth's seeking is mine and the immense scope of the slow aeons my heart's way;
For I follow a secret and sublime Will and the steps of thy Mother-might.
In the dim brute and the peering of man's brain and the calm sight in a god's
eyes
It is I who am questing in Life's broken ways for thy laughter and love and
light.
When Time moved not yet nor Space was unrolled wide, for thy game of the worlds
I gave
Myself to thy delightful hands of power to govern me and move and drive;
To earth's dumbness I fell for thy desire's sport weaving my spirit stuff
In a million pattern-shapes of souls made with me alive.
The worlds are only a playfield of Thou-I and a hued masque of the Two-One,
I am in thee as thou art in me, 0 Love; we are closer than heart and breast;
From thee I leaped forth struck to a spirit spark, I mount back in the soul's
fire;
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To our motion the stars whirl in the swing of
Time, our oneness is Nature's rest.
When Light first from the unconscious Immense broke (burst) to create nebula and
sun
'Twas the meeting of our hands through the empty
Night that enkindled the fateful blaze;
The huge systems abandoned their inert trance and this green crater of life
rose
That we might look on each other form on form from the depths of a living gaze.
The Mind travelled in its ranges tier on tier with
its wide-eyed or its rapt thought,
My thought toiling laboured to know all myself in
thee to our atoms and widths and deeps,
My all yearned to thy all to be held close, to the heart heart
and to self self,
As a sea with a sea joins or limbs with limbs, and as waking's
delight with sleep's.
When mind pinnacled is lost in thy Light-Vasts and
the man drowns in the god,
Thy Truth shall ungirdle its golden flames and thy
diamond whiteness blaze;
My souls lumined shall discover their joy-self, they
shall clasp all in the near One,
And the sorrow of the heart shall turn to bliss and thy sweetness possess
earth's days.
Then shall Life be thy arms drawing thy own clasped to thy breast's rapture or
calm peace,
With thy joy for the spirit's immortal flame and thy peace for its deathless
base.
Our eyes meeting the long love shut in deep eyes and our beings held fast and
one,
I shall know that the game was well worth the toil (strife) whose end is thy
divine embrace.
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Symbol Moon
Once again thou hast climbed,
0 moon, like a white fire on the glimmering edge,
Floating up, floating up from the haunted verge of a foam-tremulous sea,
Mystic-horned here crossing the grey-hued listless nights and days,
Spirit-silver craft from the ports of eternity.
Dumbly
blithe, shuddering, the air is filled from thy cup of pale mysterious wine:
Gleam quivers to longing gleam; and the faery torches
lit for Night's
mysteries, set in her niches stark and deep;
The inconscient gulfs stir and are vaguely thrilled,
while their unheard voices
cry to the Wonder-light new-seen
Till descending its ray shall unlock with a wizard rod of fire the dumb
recesses of sleep.
Overhead with thy plunging and swaying prow thou fleetest, 0 ship of the gods,
Glorifying the clouds with thy halo, but our hearts with a rose-red rapture
shed from the secret breasts of love;
Almost thou seemest the very bliss that floats in opaline air over heaven's golden roads,
Embodied here to capture our human lives like a nectar face of light in the
doubtful blue above.
Bright and alone in a white-foam-glinted delicate dim-blue ocean of sky,
Ever thou runst and thou floatest
as a magic drifting bowl
Flung by the hand of a drunken god in the river of Time goes tossing by,
0 icon and chalice of spiritual light whose spots are like Nature's shadow
stains on a white and immaculate soul.
How like one frail and hunted thou com'st, O white
moon, lonely call from thy deep sky-covert heights,
A voyager carrying through the myriad-isled archipelago of the spear-pointed
questioning stars
The circle of the occult argent Yes of the Invisible to the dim query of the
yearning witness lights
That burn in the dense vault of Matter's waking mind - innumerable, solitary
and sparse.
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A
disk of a greater Ray that shall come, a white-fire rapture and girdling rose
of love,
Timelessly thou driftest,
0 sliver boat that set out from the far Unknown,
Moon-crystal of silver or gold of some spirit joy spun by Time in his dense aeonic groove,
A messenger and bearer of an unembodied beauty and unseized bliss
advancing over our life's wan sea-significant, bright and alone.
O pall of
black Night
O pall of black Night painted with still gold stars,
Hang now thy folds, close, clinging against earth's bars,
O dim Night!
Then slumber shall come swinging(parting) the unseen
Gates, and to lands guarded by a screen
Of strange light
Set free my soul charioted in a swift dream,
From earth slipping into the unknown gleam,
The Ray white.
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A Strong Son of Lightning
A strong son of lightning came down to the earth
with fire-feet of swiftness, splendid;
Light was born in a womb and thunder's force filled a human frame.
The calm speed of heaven, the sweet greatness, pure passion, winged power had
descended;
All the gods in a mortal body dwelt, bore a single name.
A wide wave of movement stirred all the dim globe in each glad and dreaming
fold;
Life was cast into grandeur, ocean hands took the wheels of Time.
Man's soul was again a bright charioteer of days hired by gods impetuous bold,
Hurled by One on His storm-winged ways, a shaft aimed at heights sublime.
The old tablets clanging fell, ancient slow Nature's dead wall was rent
asunder,
God renewed himself in a world of young beauty, thought and flame:
Divine voices spoke on men's lips, the heart woke to white dawns of gleaming wonder,
Air a robe of splendour, breath a joy, life a godlike
game.
An Image
Rushing from Troy like a
cloud on the plains the Trofans thundered,
Just as a storm comes thundering, thick with the dust of kingdoms,
Edged with the devious dance of the lightning, so all Troas
Loud with the roar of the chariots, loud with the vaunt and the war-cry,
Rushed from Troywards gleaming with spears and rolled
on enormous.
Joyous as ever Paris led them glancing in armour,
Brilliant with gold like a bridegroom, playing with death and the battle
Even as apart in his chamber he played with his beautiful Helen,
Touching her body rejoiced with a low and lyrical laughter,
So he laughed as he smote his foemen. Round him the arrows,
Round him the spears of the Argives sang like the
voices of maidens
Trilling the anthem of bridal bliss, the chant hymeneal;
Round him the warriors fell like flowers strewn at a bridal
Red with the beauty of blood.
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