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<\/p>\n <\/p>\n CANTO SIX<\/b><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \tTHE KINGDOMS AND <\/td>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n AS one \nTowards the far gleam of a tunnel mouth,<\/p>\n <\/P><\/p>\n Hoping <\/P><\/p>\n And <\/P><\/p>\n So he <\/P><\/p>\n Into <\/P><\/p>\n A <\/P><\/p>\n Where <\/P><\/p>\n To <\/P><\/p>\n Above <\/P><\/p>\n \nTormented, crossed by wings of doubtful haze<\/p>\n <\/P><\/p>\n \nAdventuring with a voice of roaming winds<\/p>\n <\/P><\/p>\n And <\/P><\/p>\n Like <\/P><\/p>\n And Wings \n After \n <\/P><\/p>\n A hope <\/P><\/p>\n And <\/P><\/p>\n And <\/P><\/p>\n Grace And a \n To a \n <\/P><\/p>\n Where <\/P><\/p>\n And A \n An \n A \n But <\/font><\/p>\n \n\t\t<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \t\tPage 158<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/font> Which \n \nArriving at a large and shadowy sense<\/p>\n \n That \n Life \n \nDenuded of her sweet magnificent suns. <\/p>\n In \n A One To The \n <\/P><\/p>\n Full A \n <\/P><\/p>\n Dim Awoke the passion of the eyes desire,<\/p>\n \n \nCompelled belief on the enamoured thought<\/p>\n \n And \n A \n <\/P><\/p>\n That Of \n In a \n On a \n An \n A fire \n \nCaressed the air with ardent hints of day.<\/p>\n \n <\/P><\/p>\n The The \n \nEthereal creatures drawn by body lure<\/p>\n \n To \n Came \n <\/P><\/p>\n But And \n <\/P><\/p>\n The Arisen \n And \n \nTraversed the field of the pursuing gaze.<\/p>\n \n A will \n Life \n There \n Things seemed to be \n\t\t<\/p>\n \t\tPage 159<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Images <\/P><\/p>\n And Pale \n The \n And \n Yet \n All \n \nNothing was solid, nothing felt complete:<\/p>\n All It <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \nThen dawned a greater seeking, broadened sky,<\/p>\n \n A \n <\/P><\/p>\n First <\/P><\/p>\n A And \n Then \n And in A \n Yet And But, Yet \n A \n A text \n A \n \nBurdened with meanings fugitive from thought grasp <\/p>\n And \n Could In an \n In Some That \n Some \n Truth Some Some \n Some \n A \n \nInterned in an unseen spiritual sheath, <\/p>\n \nPage 160<\/font><\/p>\n The To \n Half \n Half \n That Half \n <\/P><\/p>\n A soul Could \nIllumined by a vision in the thought,<\/p>\n \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nUpbuoyed by the heart understanding flame,<\/p>\n It \n The \t\t<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \nThis realm inspires us with our vaster hopes,<\/p>\n \n Its \n Its \n It \n Its \n <\/P><\/p>\n All And Which That \nIncarnate in the mystery of the days,<\/p>\n \nEternal in an unclosed Infinite,<\/p>\n \n A \n Climbs \nForever in the Being conscious trance.<\/p>\n \n All on \n An \n The \n The \n As if \n She Her \n A \n A \n A \n \nFormations of a boundless Thought and Force.<\/p>\n \n Her \n Of a \n Now \n <\/p>\n Page 161<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Erects \nCompelling transient substance into shape,<\/p>\n She \n To \n To \n Escape \n And \n <\/P><\/p>\n In the <\/P><\/p>\n Almost She \n <\/P><\/p>\n And The \n She \n \nPerceives the formless Dweller in all forms<\/p>\n \n And \n Her \n But \n That \n This \n <\/P><\/p>\n To To \n To \n She is Yet by \n She \nInvents devices of her magic art<\/p>\n \n <\/P><\/p>\n To And \n She \n Even \n For \n A \n The \n A \n The \n <\/P><\/p>\n In a \nInsignificant her means, infinite her work;<\/p>\n \n On a In \n An \n \nPage 162<\/font><\/p>\n \n \n A \n The \n Her \n A \n And \n Her \n As \n \nAstonishing and foiling Reason gaze,<\/p>\n \n A \n A \n A \n This \n She Her \n <\/P><\/p>\n Her And \n <\/P><\/p>\n A A \n An \n <\/P><\/p>\n It In \n It \n A \n Still It \n A \n This \n It \n It can \n It \n Beauty \n <\/P><\/p>\n It is A \n It has \n A \n It \n It \n It \n <\/P><\/p>\n For by And \n \nPage 163<\/font><\/p>\n A Its <\/P><\/p>\n It can It can \n Its \n On \n On <\/P><\/p>\n Of A \n She \n \nOpposed, oppressed she bears God urge to be born:<\/p>\n \n The \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nWorld-force outlasts world-disillusion shock:<\/p>\n Dumb, Here \n To \n And \n <\/P><\/p>\n Even <\/P><\/p>\n When Housed \n <\/P><\/p>\n Her \nInconscience is her long gigantic pause,<\/p>\n \n Her \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nTime-born, she hides her immortality; <\/p>\n In \n Even \n And Even \n \nNourished by hardship and calamity<\/p>\n \n And \n Her \n To \n She \n In \n \nImmured, oppressed by the resisting Void<\/p>\n \n Where \n <\/P><\/p>\n Still The \n \nImparts to drowsy formlessness a shape,<\/p>\n \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nReveals a world where nothing was before<\/p>\n \n \nPage 164<\/font><\/p>\n \n \n In \n To a \n A \n Or \n By \n She \n Then, \n Given \n As the \n She \n In the \n Helps \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nFlashes through the frail nerves poignant messages,<\/p>\n In a \n To \n Ever \n Beings \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nTorch-bearers of her pomps through Time and Space.<\/p>\n This \n The \n <\/P><\/p>\n Our Our \n There \n She \n The <\/p>\n \n These \n Till \n In \n <\/P><\/p>\n Time One \n <\/P><\/p>\n Her For \n <\/P><\/p>\n To Its \n His \n In \n \nAshamed of her rich cosmic poverty,<\/p>\n \n She \n Holds \n And \n \nPage 165<\/font><\/p>\n \n In Only \n And Lest Is her \n <\/P><\/p>\n Yet For \n \nAlthough she is ever in him and he in her,<\/p>\n \n As if \n Her And That \n A \n At \n Where \n But \n Awakes \n She And in \n A \n And \n Passes Across \n She \n \nBetween the original Silence and the Void.<\/p>\n A net \n She \n A \n <\/P><\/p>\n And A \n The \n Her \n \nExamined, they grow other than they were,<\/p>\n \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nExplained, they seem yet more inexplicable.<\/p>\n Even \n Earth \n Her \n There \n <\/P> There \nOccult, profound comes all experience, \n<\/p>\n \n \nPage 166<\/font><\/p>\n \n Marvel There \n There \n \nAlthough no earthen mask weighs on her face,<\/p>\n \n Into \n All \n Whose Yet is \n There \n And And \n <\/P><\/p>\n A But \n All \n But \n <\/P><\/p>\n All All is <\/p>\n \n A \n Was \n It \n It \n Yet \n The \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nTenants of a larger air and freer space,<\/p>\n Live \n A \n In \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nObjects dwell as companions of the soul;<\/p>\n The \n <\/P><\/p>\n The All \n And \n The \n All \n And \n Or \n <\/P><\/p>\n In all A \n To \n \nPage 167<\/font><\/p>\n \n \n <\/span><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font>Aspiration To \n <\/P><\/p>\n To Each \n Or \n In \n They \n Even \n In \n They \n <\/P><\/p>\n To To be \n And \n <\/P><\/p>\n And Is \n A \n This \n A \n <\/P><\/p>\n For These \n This <\/p>\n \n This \n Its \n <\/P><\/p>\n Its \nComplete the types we Only initiate<\/p>\n \n <\/P><\/p>\n And As if \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nEntire, not pulled as we by contrary tides,<\/p>\n They \n Their \n There \n The \n None \n They \n A \n A \n For \n And \n There \n And \n \nPage 168<\/font><\/p>\n \n An \nAspiring to the monarchy of the sun<\/p>\n \n <\/P><\/p>\n They Hold \n And \n And \n <\/P><\/p>\n Till Or to \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nWhether for Heaven or Hell they must wage war:<\/p>\n \nWarriors of Good, they serve a shining cause<\/p>\n \n Or are \n For \n \nWherever Knowledge is Ignorance twin.<\/p>\n \n All \n In the \n <\/P><\/p>\n Each And \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nAffirming the beauty and splendour of her law<\/p>\n She \n \nAssumes the world throne or dons the papal robe:<\/p>\n \n Her \n A \n \nWorship the shadow of a crooked god,<\/p>\n \n Admit \n <\/P><\/p>\n Or lie A \n Or a \n At Or \n <\/P><\/p>\n Or Too \n In Art \n <\/P><\/p>\n And Even A \n Awakes A \n A \n The \n And \n \nPage 169<\/font><\/p>\n \n \n <\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font> \n Something they have done, something they have been, they live.<\/p>\n There \n In a \n The \n On \n As \n <\/P><\/p>\n This Looks \n A Mind \n Gave \n The \n And \n The \n Powers Or in \n <\/P><\/p>\n Came The \n A \n The \n In the \n \nThought looked at thought and had no need of speech;<\/p>\n \n \nEmotion clasped emotion in two hearts,<\/p>\n \n They \n Or \n As \n Hate \n Will \n \nOthers’ sensations passing through like waves<\/p>\n \n Left \n Their \n A \n One \n \nAnother joy exulting ran through the blood:<\/p>\n \n Hearts That \n <\/P><\/p>\n There Being \n <\/P><\/p>\n And <\/P><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n \n <\/p>\n \n \t<\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font> There \n An \n <\/P><\/p>\n An The \n One \n \nIdentity was not yet nor union peace.<\/p>\n \n All \n The \n The \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nUnknown, self-wrapped, unfelt, unknowable,<\/p>\n Looked \n As \n As \n <\/P><\/p>\n The A \n They \n <\/P><\/p>\n They None \n <\/P><\/p>\n Or the Only \n <\/P><\/p>\n Out of A \n \nUncertain they lived in a great climbing space;<\/p>\n \n By A \n As he \n \nHimself he grew a riddle to himself,<\/p>\n \n <\/P><\/p>\n As <\/p>\n Across And \n A \n He \n \nPursuing her sealed formidable delight<\/p>\n \n In a \n At \n Only \n \nLooking towards a wider source beyond.<\/p>\n \n For as \n \n A A \n Drove There \n A \n A \n Ever \n Her But \n They Till \n A Armed \n She And As one \n The \n He \n <\/P><\/p>\n And Traced The \n \nWatched her charade of action for some hint,<\/p>\n Read And The \n \nEscaping into rhythmic mystery,<\/p>\n A \n In the \n And \n In the \n And A \n He Ever \n A sun \n A \n Lit A dim \n As if \n <\/P><\/p>\n He \n \nPage 172<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nChapters of her metaphysical romance.<\/p>\n Of the \n <\/P><\/p>\n And Her \n Her \n The \n That <\/P><\/p>\n The Her \n He Her \n And \n A \n Looked \n And \n Spoke Or And \n In \n \nInexpressive sounds became veridical,<\/p>\n Ideas <\/P><\/p>\n Voices \nUttered the syllables of the Unmanifest<\/p>\n To And \n Sealed \n Or \n The In her \n In her He \n A \n In her \n <\/P><\/p>\n And by He \n And As if \n He \n The On the \n \nPage 173<\/font><\/p>\n <\/P><\/font><\/p>\n In the A \n \nThought dance of dragon-flies on mystery stream<\/p>\n \n That \n And \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nRunning as if to escape from longed-for hands,<\/p>\n \nJingling sweet anklet-bells of fantasy.<\/p>\n \n Amidst \n He \n <\/P><\/p>\n In \nThrobbed heart-beats of the hidden reality:.<\/p>\n \n \nEmbodied was there what we but think and feel,<\/p>\n \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nSelf-framed what here takes outward borrowed shapes.<\/p>\n A \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nAccepted by her mighty loneliness,<\/p>\n He \n <\/P><\/p>\n Where \nOffered to the Reality beyond,<\/p>\n \n And \n Her \n \nMessengers of Thought to the Unknowable.<\/p>\n \n \nIdentified in soul-vision and soul-sense,<\/p>\n \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nEntering into her depths as into a house,.<\/p>\n All he \n He \n <\/P><\/p>\n Lived <\/P><\/p>\n That A \n He \n And \n And \n \nImpassioned he bore the sorceries of her might,<\/p>\n Felt \n Her \n Her \n <\/P><\/font><\/p>\n But Her Her \n <\/P><\/p>\n The The \n \nPage 174<\/font><\/P><\/p>\n Her Her \n Always \n An \n A <\/p>\n \n Ever Its \n This Even \n But \n Its \n A \n <\/P><\/p>\n Only That \n Life \nOffering a picture the eyes could not keep,.<\/p>\n \n A \n As in \n Life Life Life \n <\/P><\/p>\n The It is \n In \n Or Only \n Is \n That \n \nSomething was seen at last that looked like truth..<\/p>\n In a \n The Made And He saw \nBewildered by the world in which he moved,.<\/p>\n \n Yet \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nAttracted to strange far-off shimmerings,<\/p>\n Led by <\/P><\/p>\n He \n \nPage 175<\/font><\/p>\n \n And \nTowards some total deep infinitude.<\/p>\n \n <\/P><\/p>\n Around At \n That \n Her \n And \n The \n And \n In her \n To \n But \n <\/P><\/p>\n \n<\/P><\/p>\n All \nAllured by the many-toned marvel of her chant,.<\/p>\n \n \nAttracted by the witchcraft of her moods<\/p>\n \n And He A \n He \n He He In her <\/P><\/p>\n \nTranslation of God pure original text,.<\/p>\n He \n \nHieratic key to unknown beatitudes.<\/p>\n But The \n \nUnseen, a captive in a house of sound,<\/p>\n The \nListens to a thousand-voiced illusion ode.<\/p>\n \n A Or a Yet A \n They \n Or But \n A \n A \n An \nPage 176<\/font><\/p>\n \n Track \nTransmuted are past suffering memories<\/p>\n \n Into \n Turned Her \n <\/P><\/p>\n Brief That \n A lost \n A \n A \n A \n A \n A \n Along \n \nForsaken cries to a forgotten bliss.<\/p>\n \n Astray \n It \n And \n <\/P><\/p>\n Or \nHunting for pleasure in the heart of pain.<\/p>\n \n A \n And \n Covers \n That Yet is \n <\/P><\/p>\n And And \n And \n Yet \n A \n <\/P><\/p>\n Even For \n In our \n And \n Our \n <\/P><\/p>\n This To all \n Heaven \n Earth \n Alone \n \nPage 177<\/font><\/p>\n \n That But \n Awake \n A \n But no \n A \n An \nWasting on transience Time eternity..<\/p>\n A \n \nOblivious screens the high intended theme.<\/p>\n The \n On the Only a Of the Or A \n \nRecalls the strength and sweetness heard no more. <\/p>\n \n <\/p>\n Here \n This \n This \n A \n Her \n But \n In In \n In \n To To \n \nToiling to transform the still far Absolute<\/p>\n \n Into Into \n She Change Marry A fire \n Make Earth \n \nLabours life to equate with the Supreme \n<\/p>\n \n \nPage 178<\/font><\/p>\n \n And Her \n <\/P><\/p>\n Fills But in \n For \n A life \n A \n Is all \n Here \n This A \n Her To \n In her \nImmense her power, endless her act vast drive,<\/p>\n \n Astray \n <\/P><\/p>\n \nAlthough she carries in her secret breast<\/p>\n The \n Her \n On a \n A \n Her \n Her \n <\/P><\/p>\n A And \n For A \n An old \n And \n His Out of \n But \n He \n <\/P><\/p>\n There Our \n Death A \n Our \n It \n Death \n \nPage 179<\/font><\/p>\n \n Some Our \nCarried from birth to birth, from world to world,<\/p>\n \n Our \n The \n No \n <\/P><\/p>\n This \nHowever far he went, wherever turned,<\/p>\n \n The \n Always A beat \n <\/P><\/p>\n For A busy \n <\/P><\/p>\n All A \n A \n Strove And \n A \n And \n To \n A \n \nAppeared upon the cosmic vague background..<\/p>\n \n Only \n Of A city \n A \n Was \n A \n Is \n Of \n <\/P><\/p>\n Each Yet \n \nInspired evangel, theory ultimate peak,<\/p>\n \nProclaiming a panacea for ail Time ills.<\/p>\n Or \n And \n Each \n \nPublishes the immortality of its rule,<\/p>\n Its \n \nPage 180<\/font><\/p>\n \n <\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n Truth But \n A \n Piled And \n In the \nExistence seemed a vain necessity act,.<\/p>\n \n A \n In a A play A \n Or, \n A \n A hope The \n Tied There \n \nAlthough defeated, life must struggle on;.<\/p>\n \n Always \n Her <\/p>\n <\/P> There A Or A In a \n A \n \nBreathing around free hearts of joy and love,<\/p>\n \nForgotten by us, immortal in lost Time.<\/p>\n \n A \n For \n Her And \n In the In her \n \nHalf-way between God silence and the Abyss.<\/p>\n This Awake \n We \n Far We are \n \nPage 181<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAnd moved by a Spirit we must still become.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAs one who has lost the kingdom of his soul,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nWe look back to some god-phase of our birth<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nOther than this imperfect creature here<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAnd hope in this or a diviner world<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nTo recover yet from Heaven patient guard<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nWhat by our mind forgetfulness we miss,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nOur being natural felicity,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nOur heart delight we have exchanged for grief,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThe body thrill we bartered for mere pain,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThe bliss for which our mortal nature yearns<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAs yearns an obscure moth to blazing Light.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nOur life is a march to a victory never won.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThis wave of being longing for delight,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThis eager turmoil of unsatisfied strengths,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThese long far files of forward-striving hopes<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nLift worshipping eyes to the blue Void called heaven<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nLooking for the golden Hand that never came,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThe advent for which all creation waits,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThe beautiful visage of Eternity<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThat shall appear upon the roads of Time.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nYet still to ourselves we say rekindling faith,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nOh, surely one day he shall come to our cry,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nOne day he shall create our 1ife anew<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAnd utter the magic formula of peace<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAnd bring perfection to the scheme of things<\/font><\/p>\n \n \n.One day he shall descend to life and earth,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nLeaving the secrecy of the eternal doors,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nInto a world that cries to him for help,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAnd bring the truth that sets the spirit free,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThe joy that is the baptism of the soul,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThe strength that is the outstretched arm of Love.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nOne day he shall lift his beauty dreadful veil<\/font><\/p>\n \n \n,Impose delight on the world beating heart<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAnd bare his secret body of light and bliss<\/font><\/p>\n \n \n.But now we strain to reach an unknown goal:<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThere is no end of seeking and of birth,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThere is no end of dying and return;<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThe life that wins its aim asks greater aims,<\/font><\/p>\n \n\t\tThe life that fails and \n\t\tPage 182<\/font><\/p>\n \n Till it has found itself it cannot cease.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAll must be done for which life and death \n \nBut who shall say that even then is rest?<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nOr there repose and action are the same<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nIn the deep breast of God supreme delight.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nIn a high state where ignorance is no \n \nEach movement is a wave of peace and \n \nRepose God motionless creative force,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAction a ripple in the Infinite<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAnd birth a gesture of Eternity.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nA sun of transfiguration still can shine<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAnd Night can bare its core of mystic \n \nThe self-cancelling, self-afflicting \n \nInto a self-luminous mystery might change,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThe imbroglio into a joyful miracle.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nThen God could be visible here, here take \n \nDisclosed would be the spirit identity;<\/font><\/p>\n \n\t\tLife would \n\t\tBut now a termless labour is her fate:<\/font><\/p>\n \nIn its recurrent decimal of events<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nBirth, death appear as its vibrating \n \nThe old question-mark margins each \n \nEach volume of her effort history.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nA limping Yes through the aeons journeys \n \nAccompanied by an eternal No.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAll seems in vain, yet endless is the \n \nImpassive turns the ever-circling Wheel,<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nLife has no issue, death brings no release<\/font><\/p>\n \n \n.A prisoner of itself the being lives<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAnd keeps its futile immortality;<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nExtinction is denied, its sole escape.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nAn error of the gods has made the world.<\/font><\/p>\n \n \nOr indifferent the Eternal watches Time.<\/font><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \n\t\tEND OF CANTO SIX<\/font><\/p>\n Page 183<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n CANTO SIX THE KINGDOMS AND GODHEADS OF THE GREATER LIFE AS one who between dim receding walls Towards the far gleam of 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\nGODHEADS OF THE
\nGREATER LIFE<\/b><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n\n
\n \n \n
\nwho between dim receding walls<\/P><\/p>\n
\nfor light, walks now with freer pace<\/p>\n
\nfeels approach a breath of wider air,<\/p>\n
\nescaped from that grey anarchy.<\/p>\n
\nan ineffectual world he came,<\/p>\n
\npurposeless region of arrested birth<\/p>\n
\nbeing from non-being fled and dared<\/p>\n
\nlive but had no strength long to abide.<\/p>\n
\nthere gleamed a pondering brow of sky<\/p>\n
\ncrying for a direction in the void<\/p>\n
\nblind souls looking for the selves they lost<\/p>\n
\nwandering through unfamiliar worlds;\n<\/p>\n
\nof vague questioning met the query of Space. <\/p>\n
\ndenial dawned a dubious hope, <\/p>\n
\nof self and form and leave to live <\/p>\n
\nthe birth of that which never yet could be,\n<\/p>\n
\njoy of the mind hazard, the heart choice, <\/p>\n
\nof the unknown and hands of sudden surprise<\/p>\n
\ntouch of sure delight in unsure things: <\/p>\n
\nstrange uncertain tract his journey came<\/p>\n
\nconsciousness played with unconscious self<\/p>\n
\nbirth was an attempt or episode. <\/p>\n
\ncharm drew near that could not keep its spell, <\/p>\n
\neager Power that could not find its way, <\/p>\n
\nChance that chose a strange arithmetic <\/p>\n
\ncould not bind with it the forms it made,<\/span><\/p>\n
\n
\nA multitude that could not guard its sum<\/p>\n
\nless than zero grew and more than one. <\/p>\n
\ncared not to define its fleeting drift <\/p>\n
\nlaboured in a strange and mythic air <\/p>\n
\nworlds imagined, never yet made true, <\/p>\n
\nlingering glimmer on creation verge,<\/p>\n
\nstrayed and dreamed and never stopped to achieve: <\/P><\/p>\n
\nachieve would have destroyed that magic Space.<\/p>\n
\nmarvels of a twilight wonderland,<\/p>\n
\nof a beauty strangely, vainly made,<\/p>\n
\nsurge of fanciful realities,<\/p>\n
\ntokens of a Splendour sealed above,<\/p>\n
\ndrew the heart but led it to no goal.<\/p>\n
\nmagic flowed as if of moving scenes<\/p>\n
\nkept awhile their fugitive delicacy<\/p>\n
\nsparing lines limned by an abstract art<\/p>\n
\nrare scanted light with faint dream-brush<\/p>\n
\nsilver background of incertitude.<\/p>\n
\ninfant glow of heavens near to morn,<\/p>\n
\nintense conceived but never lit,<\/p>\n
\nperfect longing for imperfection charm,<\/p>\n
\nillumined caught by the snare of Ignorance,<\/p>\n
\nthat region of promise, beating invisible wings,<\/p>\n
\nhungry for the joy of finite life<\/p>\n
\ntoo divine to tread created soil<\/p>\n
\nshare the fate of perishable things.<\/p>\n
\nChildren of the unembodied Gleam<\/p>\n
\nfrom a formless thought in the soul<\/p>\n
\nchased by an imperishable desire,<\/p>\n
\nthat unpersisting failed, worked there: <\/p>\n
\nwas a search but finding never came.<\/p>\n
\nnothing satisfied, but ail allured,<\/p>\n
\nthat never wholly are,<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n
\n
\nwere seen that looked like living acts<\/p>\n
\nsymbols hid the sense they claimed to show,<\/p>\n
\ndreams grew real to the dreamer eyes.<\/p>\n
\nsouls came there that vainly strive for birth,<\/p>\n
\nspirits entrapped might wander through all time,<\/p>\n
\nnever find the truth by which they live.<\/p>\n
\nran like hopes that hunt a lurking chance;<\/p>\n
\nwas unsafe, miraculous and half-true.<\/p>\n
\nseemed a realm of lives that had no base.<\/span><\/p>\n
\njourney under wings of brooding Force.<\/p>\n
\ncame the kingdom of the morning star: <\/p>\n
\ntwilight beauty trembled under its spear <\/p>\n
\nthe throb of promise of a wider Life.<\/p>\n
\nslowly rose a great and doubting sun<\/p>\n
\nits light she made of self a world.<\/p>\n
\nspirit was there that sought for its own deep self,<\/p>\n
\nwas content with fragments pushed in front<\/p>\n
\nparts of living that belied the Whole<\/p>\n
\npieced together, might one day be true.<\/p>\n
\nsomething seemed to be achieved at last.<\/p>\n
\ngrowing volume of the will to be,<\/p>\n
\nof living and a graph of force,<\/p>\n
\nscript of acts, a song of conscious forms<\/p>\n
\ncrowded with undertones of life rhythmic cry,<\/p>\n
\nwrite itself on the hearts of living things.<\/p>\n
\noutbreak of the might of secret Spirit,<\/p>\n
\nLife and Matter answer of delight,<\/p>\n
\nface of deathless beauty could be caught<\/p>\n
\ngave immortality to a moment joy, <\/p>\n
\nword that could incarnate highest <\/p>\n
\nLeaped out from a chance tension of the soul,<\/p>\n
\nhue of the Absolute could fall on life,<\/p>\n
\nglory of knowledge and intuitive sight,<\/p>\n
\npassion of the rapturous heart of Love.<\/p>\n
\nhierophant of the bodiless Secrecy<\/p>\n
\n
\nWill that pushes sense beyond its scope<\/p>\n
\nfeel the light and joy intangible,<\/p>\n
\nfound its way into the Ineffable peace,<\/p>\n
\ncaptured a sealed sweetness of desire<\/p>\n
\nyearned from a bosom of mysterious Bliss,<\/p>\n
\nmanifested veiled Reality.<\/p>\n
\nnot wrapped into its cloak of mind<\/p>\n
\nglimpse the true sense of a world of forms;<\/p>\n
\ncould hold in the conscious ether of the spirit<\/p>\n
\ndivinity of a symbol universe. <\/p>\n
\nforces have made landings on our globe,<\/p>\n
\nsigns have stamped their patterns on our lives: <\/p>\n
\nlends a sovereign movement to our fate,<\/p>\n
\nerrant waves motive our life high surge.<\/p>\n
\nthat we seek for is prefigured there<\/p>\n
\nall we have not known nor even sought<\/p>\n
\nyet one day must be born in human hearts<\/p>\n
\nthe Timeless may fulfil itself in things.<\/p>\n
\nmounting endless possibility<\/p>\n
\nhigh upon a topless ladder of dream .<\/p>\n
\nthat ladder mounts to an unseen end.<\/p>\n
\nEnergy of perpetual transience makes<\/p>\n
\njourney from which no return is sure,<\/p>\n
\npilgrimage of Nature to the Unknown.<\/p>\n
\nin her ascent to her lost source<\/p>\n
\nhoped to unroll all that could ever be,<\/p>\n
\nhigh procession moves from stage to stage,<\/p>\n
\nprogress leap from sight to greater sight,<\/p>\n
\nprocess march from form to ampler form,<\/p>\n
\ncaravan of the inexhaustible <\/p>\n
\ntimeless Power that lay once on the lap<\/p>\n
\nbeginningless and endless Calm,<\/p>\n
\nsevered from the Spirit immortal bliss,<\/span><\/p>\n
\n
\nthe type of all the joys she has lost;<\/p>\n
\nhopes by the creative act release<\/p>\n
\no’erleap sometimes the gulf she cannot fill,<\/p>\n
\nheal awhile the wound of severance,<\/p>\n
\nfrom the moment prison of littleness<\/p>\n
\nmeet the Eternal wide sublimities<\/p>\n
\nuncertain time-field portioned here.<\/p>\n
\nshe nears what never can be attained;<\/p>\n
\nshuts eternity into an hour<\/p>\n
\nfills a little soul with the Infinite;<\/p>\n
\nImmobile leans to the magic of her call;<\/p>\n
\nstands on a shore in the inimitable,<\/p>\n
\nfeels around her infinity embrace.<\/p>\n
\ntask no ending knows, she serves no aim<\/p>\n
\nlabours driven by a nameless Will<\/p>\n
\ncame from some unknowable formless Vast.<\/p>\n
\nis her secret and impossible task<\/p>\n
\ncatch the boundless in a net of birth,<\/p>\n
\ncast the spirit into physical form,<\/p>\n
\nlend speech and thought to the Ineffable;<\/p>\n
\npushed to reveal the ever Unmanifest.<\/p>\n
\nher skill the impossible has been done:<\/p>\n
\nfollows her sublime irrational plan,<\/p>\n
\nfind new bodies for the Infinite<\/p>\n
\nimages of the Unimaginable;<\/p>\n
\nhas lured the Eternal into the arms of Time.<\/p>\n
\nnow herself she knows not what she has done.<\/p>\n
\nall is wrought beneath a baffling mask:<\/p>\n
\nsemblance other than its hidden truth<\/p>\n
\naspect wears of an illusion trick,<\/p>\n
\nfeigned time-driven unreality,<\/p>\n
\nunfinished creation of a changing soul<\/p>\n
\nbody changing with the inhabitant.<\/p>\n
\ngreat field of shapeless consciousness<\/p>\n
\nlittle finite strokes of mind and sense<\/p>\n
\nendless truth she endlessly unfolds; \n<\/p>\n
\n
\ntimeless mystery works out in Time.<\/p>\n
\ngreatness she has dreamed her acts have missed,<\/p>\n
\nlabour is a passion and a pain,<\/p>\n
\nrapture and pang, her glory and her curse;<\/p>\n
\nyet she cannot choose but labours on,<\/p>\n
\nmighty heart forbids her to desist.<\/p>\n
\nlong as the world lasts her failure lives<\/p>\n
\nfolly and a beauty unspeakable,<\/p>\n
\nsuperb madness of the will to live,<\/p>\n
\ndaring, a delirium of delight.<\/p>\n
\nis her being law, its sole resource;<\/p>\n
\nsates, though satisfaction never comes,<\/p>\n
\nhungry will to lavish everywhere<\/p>\n
\nmany-imaged fictions of the Self<\/p>\n
\nthousand fashions of one Reality.<\/p>\n
\nworld she made touched by truth fleeing hem,<\/p>\n
\nworld cast into a dream of what it seeks,<\/p>\n
\nicon of truth, a conscious mystery shape.<\/p>\n
\nlingered not like the earth-mind hemmed in<\/p>\n
\nsolid barriers of apparent fact;<\/p>\n
\ndared to trust the dream-mind and the soul.<\/p>\n
\nhunter of spiritual verities<\/p>\n
\nonly thought or guessed or held by faith,<\/p>\n
\nseized in imagination and confined<\/p>\n
\npainted bird of paradise in a cage.<\/p>\n
\ngreater life is enamoured of the Unseen;<\/p>\n
\ncalls to some highest Light beyond its reach,<\/p>\n
\nfeel the Silence that absolves the soul,<\/p>\n
\nfeels a saviour touch, a ray divine:<\/p>\n
\nand good and truth its godheads are.<\/p>\n
\nnear to heavenlier heavens than earth eyes see,<\/p>\n
\ndirer darkness than man life can bear..<\/p>\n
\nkinship with the demon and the god.<\/p>\n
\nstrange enthusiasm has moved its heart;<\/p>\n
\nhungers for heights, it passions for the supreme.<\/p>\n
\nhunts for the perfect word, the perfect shape,<\/p>\n
\nleaps to the summit thought, the summit light.<\/p>\n
\nthe form the Formless is brought close<\/p>\n
\nall perfection fringes the Absolute. \n<\/p>\n
\n
\nchild of heaven who never saw his home,<\/p>\n
\nimpetus meets the eternal at a point:<\/p>\n
\nonly near and touch, it cannot hold;<\/p>\n
\nOnly strain towards some bright extreme:<\/p>\n
\ngreatness is to seek and to create.<\/p>\n
\nevery plane, this Greatness must create.<\/p>\n
\nearth, in heaven, in hell she is the same,<\/p>\n
\nevery fate she takes her mighty part.<\/p>\n
\nguardian of the fire that lights the suns,<\/p>\n
\ntriumphs in her glory and her might:<\/p>\n
\nspirit survives upon non-being ground,<\/p>\n
\nshe is still the Word, inert the Power.<\/p>\n
\nfallen, a slave of death and ignorance,<\/p>\n
\nthings deathless she is driven to aspire<\/p>\n
\nmoved to know even the Unknowable.<\/p>\n
\nnescient, null, her sleep creates a world.<\/p>\n
\nmost unseen, most mightily she works;<\/p>\n
\nin the atom, buried in the clod<\/p>\n
\nquick creative passion cannot cease.<\/p>\n
\ncosmic swoon is a stupendous phase:<\/p>\n
\ndeath, her bed, she waits the hour to rise.<\/p>\n
\nwith the Light denied that sent her forth<\/p>\n
\nthe hope dead she needed for her task,<\/p>\n
\nwhen her brightest stars are quenched in Night, <\/p>\n
\nwith pain for her body handmaid, masseuse, nurse,<\/p>\n
\ntortured invisible spirit continues still<\/p>\n
\ntoil though in darkness, to create though with pangs;<\/p>\n
\ncarries crucified God upon her breast.<\/p>\n
\nchill insentient depths where joy is none,<\/p>\n
\nnothing moves and nothing can become,<\/p>\n
\nshe remembers, still invokes the skill<\/p>\n
\nWonder-Worker gave her at her birth,<\/p>\n
\n
\nrealms confined to a prone circle of death,<\/p>\n
\ndark eternity of Ignorance,<\/p>\n
\nquiver in an inert inconscient mass,<\/p>\n
\nimprisoned in immobilised whorls of Force,<\/p>\n
\nMatter blind compulsion deaf and mute<\/p>\n
\nreposes motionless in its dust of sleep.<\/p>\n
\nfor her rebel waking punishment<\/p>\n
\nonly hard mechanic Circumstance<\/p>\n
\nenginery of her magic craft,<\/p>\n
\nfashions godlike marvels out of mud;<\/p>\n
\nplasm she sets her dumb immortal urge,<\/p>\n
\nthe live tissue to think, the closed sense to feel,<\/p>\n
\nheart of flesh miraculously loves,<\/p>\n
\nbrute bodies gives a soul, a will, a voice.<\/p>\n
\nshe summons as by a sorcerer wand<\/p>\n
\nand shapes and scenes innumerable,<\/p>\n
\nworld is her long journey through the night,<\/p>\n
\nsuns and planets lamps to light her road,<\/p>\n
\nreason is the confidante of her thoughts,<\/p>\n
\nsenses are her vibrant witnesses.<\/p>\n
\ndrawing her signs from things half true, half false,<\/p>\n
\nlabours to replace by realised dreams<\/p>\n
\nmemory of her lost eternity.<\/p>\n
\nare her deeds in this huge world-ignorance: <\/p>\n
\nthe veil is lifted, till the night is dead,<\/p>\n
\nlight or dark she keeps her tireless search;<\/p>\n
\nis her road of endless pilgrimage.<\/p>\n
\nmighty passion motives ail her works.<\/p>\n
\neternal Lover is her action cause;<\/p>\n
\nhim she leaped forth from the unseen Vasts<\/p>\n
\nmove here in a stark unconscious world.<\/p>\n
\nacts are her commerce with her hidden Guest,<\/p>\n
\nmoods she takes for her heart passionate moulds;<\/p>\n
\nbeauty she treasures the sunlight of his smile.<\/p>\n
\ncajoles with her small gifts his mightiness,<\/p>\n
\nwith her scenes his look fidelity<\/p>\n
\nwoos his large-eyed wandering thoughts to dwell<\/p>\n
\n
\nfigures of her million-impulsed Force.<\/p>\n
\nto attract her veiled companion<\/p>\n
\nkeep him close to her breast in her world-cloak<\/p>\n
\nfrom her arms he turn to his formless peace,<\/p>\n
\nheart business and her clinging care.<\/p>\n
\nwhen he is most near, she feels him far.<\/p>\n
\ncontradiction is her nature law.<\/p>\n
\nunaware of the eternal tie,<\/p>\n
\nwill is to shut God into her works<\/p>\n
\nkeep him as her cherished prisoner.<\/p>\n
\nnever they may part again in Time.<\/p>\n
\nsumptuous chamber of the Spirit sleep.<\/p>\n
\nfirst she made, a deep interior room,<\/p>\n
\nhe slumbers as if a forgotten guest..<\/p>\n
\nnow she turns to break the oblivious spell,<\/p>\n
\nthe sleeper on the sculptured couch,<\/p>\n
\nfinds again the Presence in the form.<\/p>\n
\nthe light that wakes with him recovers<\/p>\n
\nmeaning in the hurry and trudge of Time,<\/p>\n
\nthrough this mind that once obscured the soul<\/p>\n
\na glint of unseen deity.<\/p>\n
\na luminous dream of spirit-space<\/p>\n
\nbuilds creation like a rainbow bridge<\/p>\n
\nis made of the mobile universe;<\/p>\n
\nweaves a snare for the conscious Infinite.<\/p>\n
\nknowledge is with her that conceals its steps<\/p>\n
\nseems a mute omnipotent Ignorance.<\/p>\n
\nmight is with her that makes wonders true;<\/p>\n
\nincredible is her stuff of common fact.<\/p>\n
\npurposes, her workings riddles prove;<\/p>\n
\nin our world a mystery has reigned<\/p>\n
\ncunning screen of trivial plainness hides;.<\/p>\n
\nlarger levels are of sorceries made.<\/p>\n
\nthe enigma shows its splendid prism,<\/p>\n
\n<\/font><\/p>\n
\nis no deep disguise of commonness;<\/p>\n
\n
\nis ever new, miracle divine.<\/p>\n
\nis a screened burden, a mysterious touch,<\/p>\n
\nis a secrecy of hidden sense.<\/p>\n
\nherself she flees from her own sight.<\/p>\n
\nforms are tokens of some veiled idea<\/p>\n
\ncovert purpose lurks from mind pursuit,<\/p>\n
\na womb of sovereign consequence.<\/p>\n
\nevery thought and feeling is an act,<\/p>\n
\nevery act a symbol and a sign,<\/p>\n
\nevery symbol hides a living power.<\/p>\n
\nuniverse she builds from truths and myths,<\/p>\n
\nwhat she needed most she cannot build;<\/p>\n
\nshown is a figure or copy of the Truth,<\/p>\n
\nthe real veils from her its mystic face.<\/p>\n
\nelse she finds, there lacks eternity;<\/p>\n
\nsought out but missed the Infinite.<\/p>\n
\nconsciousness lit by a Truth above<\/p>\n
\nfelt; it saw the light but not the Truth: <\/p>\n
\ncaught the Idea and built from it a world;<\/p>\n
\nmade an Image there and called it God.<\/p>\n
\nsomething true and inward harboured there.<\/p>\n
\nbeings of that world of greater life,<\/p>\n
\nnot by the body or in outward things:<\/p>\n
\ndeeper living was their seat of self.<\/p>\n
\nthat intense domain of intimacy<\/p>\n
\nbody actions are a minor script,<\/p>\n
\nsurface rendering of a life within.<\/p>\n
\nforces are Life retinue in that world<\/p>\n
\nthought and body as her handmaids move.<\/p>\n
\nuniversal widenesses give her room:<\/p>\n
\nfeel the cosmic movement in their acts<\/p>\n
\nare the instruments of her cosmic might.<\/p>\n
\ntheir own self they make their universe.<\/p>\n
\nwho have risen to a greater Life<\/p>\n
\nvoice of unborn things whispers to the ear,<\/p>\n
\ntheir eyes visited by some high sunlight<\/p>\n
\n
\nshows the image of a crown:<\/p>\n
\nwork out a seed that she has thrown within,<\/p>\n
\nachieve her power in them her creatures live.<\/p>\n
\nis a greatness growing towards the heights<\/p>\n
\nfrom his inner centre oceans out;<\/p>\n
\ncircling ripples of concentric power<\/p>\n
\nswallow, glutted, their environment.<\/p>\n
\nof that largeness many a cabin make;<\/p>\n
\nnarrower breadths and briefer vistas pent<\/p>\n
\nlive content with some small greatness won.<\/p>\n
\nrule the little empire of themselves,<\/p>\n
\na figure in their private world<\/p>\n
\nmake the milieu joys and griefs their own<\/p>\n
\nsatisfy their life-motives and life-wants<\/p>\n
\ncharge enough and office for this strength,<\/p>\n
\nsteward of the Person and his fate.<\/p>\n
\nwas transition-line and starting-point,<\/p>\n
\nfirst immigration into heavenliness,<\/p>\n
\nail who cross into that brilliant sphere:<\/p>\n
\nare the kinsmen of our earthly race;<\/p>\n
\nregion borders on our mortal state.<\/p>\n
\nwider world our greater movements gives,<\/p>\n
\nstrong formations build our growing selves; <\/p>\n
\ncreatures are our brighter replicas,<\/p>\n
\nare securely what we strive to be.<\/p>\n
\nthought-out eternal characters,<\/p>\n
\nfollow the unseen leader in the heart,<\/p>\n
\nlives obey the inner nature law.<\/p>\n
\nis kept grandeur store, the hero mould;<\/p>\n
\nsoul is the watchful builder of its fate;<\/p>\n
\nis a spirit indifferent and inert;.<\/p>\n
\nchoose their side, they see the god they adore.<\/p>\n
\nbattle is joined between the true and false,<\/p>\n
\npilgrimage sets out to the divine Light.<\/p>\n
\neven Ignorance there aspires to know<\/p>\n
\nshines with the lustre of a distant star;<\/p>\n
\nis a knowledge in the heart of sleep<\/p>\n
\nNature comes to them as a conscious force.<\/p>\n
\n
\nideal is their leader and their king:<\/p>\n
\ncall in Truth for their high government,<\/p>\n
\nher incarnate in their daily acts<\/p>\n
\nfill their thoughts with her inspired voice<\/p>\n
\nshape their lives into her breathing form,<\/p>\n
\nin her sun-gold godhead they too share.<\/p>\n
\nthe truth of Darkness they subscribe;<\/p>\n
\nEvil soldiers in the pay of Sin.<\/p>\n
\nevil and good an equal tenure keep<\/p>\n
\npowers of Life towards their godhead tend<\/p>\n
\nwideness and the daring of that air,<\/p>\n
\nbuilds its temple and expands its cult,<\/p>\n
\nSin too there is a divinity.<\/p>\n
\nclaims life as her natural domain,<\/p>\n
\nworshippers proclaim her sacred right.<\/p>\n
\nred-tiaraed falsehood they revere,<\/p>\n
\nthe, black Idea that twists the brain<\/p>\n
\nwith the harlot Power that slays the Soul.<\/p>\n
\nmastering virtue statuesques the pose,<\/p>\n
\ntitan passion goads to a proud unrest:<\/p>\n
\nWisdom altar they are kings and priests.<\/p>\n
\ntheir life a sacrifice to an idol of Power.<\/p>\n
\nBeauty shines on them like a wandering star;.<\/p>\n
\nfar to reach, passionate they follow her light;<\/p>\n
\nand Life they catch the .All Beautiful ray<\/p>\n
\nmake the world their radiant treasure house:<\/p>\n
\ncommon figures are with marvel robed;<\/p>\n
\ncharm and greatness locked in every hour<\/p>\n
\nthe joy which sleeps in ail things made..<\/p>\n
\nmighty victory or a mighty fall,<\/p>\n
\nthrone in heaven or a pit in hell,.<\/p>\n
\ndual Energy they have justified.<\/p>\n
\nmarked their souls with her tremendous seal:<\/p>\n
\n
\n<\/font>Whatever Fate may do to them they have earned;<\/p>\n
\nMatter is soul result and not its cause.<\/p>\n
\ncontrary balance to earth truth of things<\/p>\n
\ngross weighs less, the subtle counts for more,<\/p>\n
\ninner values hangs the outer plan.<\/p>\n
\nquivers with act with the passion of the soul<\/p>\n
\nworld apparent sensible design<\/p>\n
\nvibrant back to some interior might.<\/p>\n
\nnot limited by external sense<\/p>\n
\nfigures to the spirit imponderables,<\/p>\n
\nworld impacts without channels registered<\/p>\n
\nturned into the body concrete thrill<\/p>\n
\nvivid workings of a bodiless Force;<\/p>\n
\nhere subliminal that act unseen<\/p>\n
\nambush crouch waiting behind the wall<\/p>\n
\nout in front uncovering their face.<\/p>\n
\noccult grew there overt, the obvious kept<\/p>\n
\ncovert turn and shouldered the unknown;<\/p>\n
\nunseen was felt and jostled visible shapes.<\/p>\n
\ncommunion of two meeting minds<\/p>\n
\nfelt each other thrill in the flesh and nerves<\/p>\n
\nmelted each in each and grew immense<\/p>\n
\nwhen two houses burn and fire joins fire:<\/p>\n
\ngrappled hate and love broke in on love,<\/p>\n
\nwrestled with will on mind invisible ground;<\/p>\n
\nquivering the subtle body frame,<\/p>\n
\nanger rushed galloping in brute attack,<\/p>\n
\ncharge of trampling hooves on shaken soil;.<\/p>\n
\nfelt another grief invade the breast,<\/p>\n
\ncould draw close through distance, voices near<\/p>\n
\nspoke upon the shore of alien seas.<\/p>\n
\nbeat a throb of living interchange:<\/p>\n
\nfelt being even when afar<\/p>\n
\nconsciousness replied to consciousness.<\/p>\n
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\n<\/font><\/font>And yet the ultimate oneness was not there.<\/p>\n
\nwas a separateness of soul from soul:<\/p>\n
\ninner wall of silence could be built,<\/p>\n
\narmour of conscious might protect and shield;<\/p>\n
\nbeing could be closed in and solitary;<\/p>\n
\ncould remain apart in self, alone.<\/p>\n
\nwas imperfect still, half-known, half-done:<\/p>\n
\nmiracle of Inconscience overpassed,<\/p>\n
\nmiracle of the Superconscient still<\/p>\n
\ndown on them, origin of ail they were.<\/p>\n
\nforms they came of the formless Infinite,<\/p>\n
\nnames lived of a nameless Eternity.<\/p>\n
\nbeginning and the end were there occult;.<\/p>\n
\nmiddle term worked unexplained, abrupt:<\/p>\n
\nwere words that spoke to a vast wordless Truth,<\/p>\n
\nwere figures crowding an unfinished sum.<\/p>\n
\ntruly knew himself or knew the world<\/p>\n
\nReality living there enshrined:<\/p>\n
\nthey knew what Mind could take and build<\/p>\n
\nthe secret Supermind huge store.<\/p>\n
\ndarkness under them, a bright Void above,<\/p>\n
\nmysteries they explained a Mystery,<\/p>\n
\nriddling answer met the riddle of things.<\/p>\n
\nmoved in this ether of ambiguous life,<\/p>\n
\nsymbols he saw ail and sought their sense <\/p>\n
\nthe leaping springs of death and birth<\/p>\n
\nover shifting borders of soul-change,<\/p>\n
\nhunter on the Spirit creative track,<\/p>\n
\nfollowed in life fine and mighty traits<\/p>\n
\nperilous adventure without close.<\/p>\n
\nfirst no aim appeared in these large steps:<\/p>\n
\nthe wide source he saw of all things here<\/p>\n
\nshe drew away from earthly lines,<\/p>\n
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\ntenser drag was felt from the Unknown,<\/p>\n
\nhigher context of delivering thought<\/p>\n
\nher towards marvel and discovery,<\/p>\n
\ncame a high release from pettier cares,<\/p>\n
\nmightier image of desire and hope,<\/p>\n
\nvaster formula a greater scene.<\/p>\n
\nshe circled towards some far-off Light:<\/p>\n
\nsigns still covered more than they revealed,<\/p>\n
\ntied to some immediate sight and will<\/p>\n
\nlost their purport in the joy of use,<\/p>\n
\nstripped of their infinite meaning they became<\/p>\n
\ncipher gleaming with unreal sense.<\/p>\n
\nwith a magical and haunted bow<\/p>\n
\naimed at a target kept invisible<\/p>\n
\never deemed remote though always near..<\/p>\n
\nwho spells illumined characters,<\/p>\n
\nkey-book of a crabbed magician text,.<\/p>\n
\nscanned her subtle tangled weird designs<\/p>\n
\nthe screened difficult theorem of her dues,<\/p>\n
\nin the monstrous sands of desert Time<\/p>\n
\nthread beginnings of her titan works<\/p>\n
\nthe No-gestures of her silhouettes,<\/p>\n
\nstrove to capture in their burdened drift.<\/p>\n
\ndance-fantasia of her sequences<\/p>\n
\nglimmer of fugitive feet on fleeing soil.<\/p>\n
\nlabyrinth pattern of her thoughts and hopes.<\/p>\n
\nthe byways of her intimate desires,<\/p>\n
\ncomplex corners crowded with her dreams<\/p>\n
\nrounds crossed by an intrigue of irrelevant rounds,<\/p>\n
\nwanderer straying amid fugitive scenes<\/p>\n
\nlost its signs and chased each failing guess.<\/p>\n
\nhe met key-words, ignorant of their key.<\/p>\n
\nthat dazzled its own eye of sight,<\/p>\n
\nluminous enigma brilliant hood<\/p>\n
\nthe dense purple barrier of thought sky:.<\/p>\n
\nlarge trance showed. to the night her stars.<\/p>\n
\nsitting near an open window gap,<\/p>\n
\nread by lightning-flash on crowding flash \n<\/p>\n
\n
\nsoul search for lost Reality.<\/p>\n
\nher fictions drawn from spirit authentic fact,.<\/p>\n
\ncaprices and conceits and meanings locked,.<\/p>\n
\nrash unseizable freaks and mysteried turns..<\/p>\n
\nmagnificent wrappings of her secrecy<\/p>\n
\nfold her desirable body out of sight,.<\/p>\n
\nstrange significant forms woven on her robe,.<\/p>\n
\nmeaningful outlines of the souls of things<\/p>\n
\nsaw, her false transparencies of thought-hue,.<\/p>\n
\nrich brocades with imaged fancies sewn.<\/p>\n
\nmutable masks and broideries of disguise..<\/p>\n
\nthousand baffling faces of the Truth.<\/p>\n
\nat him from her forms with unknown eyes.<\/p>\n
\nwordless mouths unrecognisable,<\/p>\n
\nfrom the figures of her masquerade,<\/p>\n
\npeered from the recondite magnificence.<\/p>\n
\nsubtle splendour of her draperies..<\/p>\n
\nsudden scintillations of the unknown,<\/p>\n
\nthat seemed unmeaning flashed out truth;.<\/p>\n
\nthat came from unseen waiting worlds<\/p>\n
\nclothe the body of the mystic Word,.<\/p>\n
\nwizard diagrams of the occult Law.<\/p>\n
\nsome precise unreadable harmony,.<\/p>\n
\nused hue and figure to reconstitute<\/p>\n
\nherald blazon of Time secret things..<\/p>\n
\ngreen wildernesses and lurking depths,<\/p>\n
\nthickets of joy where danger clasps delight,.<\/p>\n
\nglimpsed the hidden wings of her songster hopes,.<\/p>\n
\nglimmer of blue and gold and scarlet fire..<\/p>\n
\ncovert lanes, bordering her chance field-paths.<\/p>\n
\nher singing rivulets and calm lakes.<\/p>\n
\nfound the glow of her golden fruits of bliss<\/p>\n
\nthe beauty of her flowers of dream and muse..<\/p>\n
\na miracle of heart change by joy.<\/p>\n
\nwatched in the alchemist radiance of her suns<\/p>\n
\ncrimson outburst of one secular flower.<\/p>\n
\ntree of sacrifice of spiritual love. <\/p>\n
\n
\nsleepy splendour of her noons he saw,<\/p>\n
\nperpetual repetition through the hours,<\/p>\n
\nskim but never test its murmurs’ race,<\/p>\n
\nheard the laughter of her rose desires<\/p>\n
\nlive symbols of her occult power<\/p>\n
\nmoved and felt them as close real forms:<\/p>\n
\nthat life more concrete than the lives of men<\/p>\n
\ncomrade of Silence on her austere heights<\/p>\n
\nstood with her on meditating peaks<\/p>\n
\nlife and being are a sacrament<\/p>\n
\nsaw her loose into Infinity<\/p>\n
\nhooded eagles of significance,<\/p>\n
\nbecame that she was or longed to be,<\/p>\n
\nthought with her thoughts and journeyed with her steps,<\/p>\n
\nwith her breath and scanned all with her eyes<\/p>\n
\nhe might learn the secret of her soul.<\/p>\n
\nwitness overmastered by his scene,<\/p>\n
\nadmired her splendid front of pomp and play<\/p>\n
\nthe marvels of her rich and delicate craft,<\/p>\n
\nthrilled to the insistence of her cry; <\/p>\n
\nlaid on him her abrupt mysterious will,<\/p>\n
\nhands that knead fate in their violent grasp,<\/p>\n
\ntouch that moves, her powers that seize and drive.<\/p>\n
\nthis too he saw, her soul that wept within,<\/p>\n
\nseekings vain that clutch at fleeing truth,<\/p>\n
\nhopes whose sombre gaze mates with despair,<\/p>\n
\npassion that possessed her longing limbs,<\/p>\n
\ntrouble and rapture of her yearning breasts, <\/p>\n
\n
\nmind that toils unsatisfied with its fruits,<\/p>\n
\nheart that
\ncaptures not the one Beloved.<\/p>\n
\nhe met a veiled and seeking Force,<\/p>\n
\nexiled goddess building mimic heavens,<\/p>\n
\nSphinx whose eyes look up to a hidden Sun.<\/p>\n
\nhe felt near a spirit in her forms:.<\/p>\n
\npassive presence was her nature strength;<\/p>\n
\nsole is real in apparent things,.<\/p>\n
\nupon earth the spirit is life key,.<\/p>\n
\nher solid outsides nowhere bear its trace..<\/p>\n
\nstamp on her acts is undiscoverable..<\/p>\n
\npathos of lost heights is its appeal..<\/p>\n
\nsometimes is caught a shadowy line.<\/p>\n
\nseems a hint of veiled reality<\/p>\n
\nstared at him with vague confused outlines.<\/p>\n
\nstory that was yet not written there..<\/p>\n
\na fragmentary half-lost design<\/p>\n
\nmeanings fled from the pursuing eye.<\/p>\n
\nvisage hides life real self from sight;<\/p>\n
\nsecret sense is written within, above.<\/p>\n
\nthought that gives it sense lives far beyond;.<\/p>\n
\nnot seen in half-finished design..<\/p>\n
\nvain we hope to read the baffling signs<\/p>\n
\nfind the word of the half-played charade..<\/p>\n
\nin that greater life a cryptic thought.<\/p>\n
\nfound, is hinted some interpreting word<\/p>\n
\nmakes the earth-myth a tale intelligible.<\/p>\n
\nhalf-lit air of hazardous mystery<\/p>\n
\neye that looks at the dark half of truth<\/p>\n
\nout an image mid a vivid blur<\/p>\n
\npeering through a mist of subtle tints<\/p>\n
\na half-blind chained divinity.<\/p>\n
\nconscious of some light prompting his soul..<\/p>\n
\nthe fluting of a distant Player.<\/p>\n
\nsought his way amid life laughter and call \n<\/p>\n
\n
\nthe index chaos of her myriad steps<\/p>\n
\ncrowded the forest of her signs:.<\/p>\n
\nhazard he read by arrow-leaps of Thought<\/p>\n
\nhit the mark by guess or luminous chance,<\/p>\n
\nchanging coloured road-lights of idea<\/p>\n
\nher signals of uncertain swift event,<\/p>\n
\nhieroglyphs of her symbol pageantries<\/p>\n
\nher landmarks in the tangled paths of Time.<\/p>\n
\nmazes of approach and of retreat<\/p>\n
\nevery side she draws him and repels,<\/p>\n
\ndrawn too near escapes from his embrace;<\/p>\n
\nways she leads him but no way is sure..<\/p>\n
\nmoved by her casual touch to joy and grief,<\/p>\n
\nloses himself in her but wins her not..<\/p>\n
\nfugitive paradise smiles at him from her eyes:.<\/p>\n
\ndreams of her beauty made for ever his,<\/p>\n
\ndreams of his mastery her limbs shall bear,<\/p>\n
\ndreams of the magic of her breasts of bliss.<\/p>\n
\nillumined script, her fanciful<\/p>\n
\nthinks to read the Scripture Wonderful,<\/p>\n
\nthe Word of Life is hidden in its script,.<\/p>\n
\nchant of Life has lost its divine note.<\/p>\n
\nspirit lost in the splendour of a dream.<\/p>\n
\ndelicate weft of sorcery steals the heart<\/p>\n
\nfiery magic tints her tones and hues,<\/p>\n
\nthey but wake a thrill of transient grace,.<\/p>\n
\nvagrant march struck by the wanderer Time.<\/p>\n
\ncall to a brief unsatisfied delight<\/p>\n
\nwallow in ravishments of mind and sense,.<\/p>\n
\nmiss the luminous answer of the soul..<\/p>\n
\nblind heart-throb that reaches joy through tears,.<\/p>\n
\nyearning towards peaks for ever unreached,<\/p>\n
\necstasy of unfulfilled desire <\/p>\n
\n
\nthe last heavenward climbings of her voice.<\/p>\n
\nan old sadness sweet escaping trail:<\/p>\n
\nare her tears to gems of diamond pain,<\/p>\n
\nsorrow into a magic crown of song.<\/p>\n
\nare her snatches of felicity<\/p>\n
\ntouch the surface, then escape or die:.<\/p>\n
\nremembrance echoes in her depths,<\/p>\n
\ndeathless longing is hers, a veiled self’s call;.<\/p>\n
\nprisoner in the mortal limiting world,<\/p>\n
\nspirit wounded by life sobs in her breast;.<\/p>\n
\ncherished suffering is her deepest cry.<\/p>\n
\nwanderer on forlorn despairing routes,<\/p>\n
\nthe roads of sound a frustrate voice<\/p>\n
\nin the echo caverns of Desire,<\/p>\n
\nguards the phantoms of a soul dead hopes<\/p>\n
\nkeeps alive the voice of perished things<\/p>\n
\nlingers upon sweet and errant notes<\/p>\n
\nfateful hand has touched the cosmic chords<\/p>\n
\nthe intrusion of a troubled strain<\/p>\n
\nthe inner music hidden key v<\/p>\n
\nguides unheard the surface cadences..<\/p>\n
\nit joy to live and to create<\/p>\n
\njoy to love and labour though all fails,<\/p>\n
\njoy to seek though ail we find deceives<\/p>\n
\nall on which we lean betrays our trust,<\/p>\n
\nsomething in its depths was worth the pain,<\/p>\n
\npassionate memory haunts with ecstasy fire.<\/p>\n
\ngrief has joy hidden beneath its roots:.<\/p>\n
\nnothing is truly vain the One has made:.<\/p>\n
\ndefeated hearts God strength survives<\/p>\n
\nvictory star still lights our desperate road;.<\/p>\n
\ndeath is made a passage to new worlds.<\/p>\n
\nto Life music gives its anthem swell.<\/p>\n
\nshe lends the glory of her voice;.<\/p>\n
\nraptures whisper to her heart and pass,<\/p>\n
\ntransient yearnings cry from her lips and fade.<\/p>\n
\nthe God-given hymn escapes her art <\/p>\n
\n
\ncame with her from her spiritual home<\/p>\n
\nstopped half-way and failed, a silent word<\/p>\n
\nin some deep pause of waiting worlds,<\/p>\n
\nmurmur suspended in eternity hush:.<\/p>\n
\nbreath comes from the supernal peace:.<\/p>\n
\nsumptuous interlude occupies the soul consents,<\/p>\n
\nevanescent music it repeats<\/p>\n
\ntremolo of the voices of the hours<\/p>\n
\nself-embodying spirit came to play<\/p>\n
\nvast clavichord of Nature-Force.<\/p>\n
\nmighty murmur here and there<\/p>\n
\neternal Word, the blissful Voice<\/p>\n
\nBeauty touch transfiguring heart and sense,.<\/p>\n
\nwandering splendour and a mystic cry,<\/p>\n
\nis the gap, here stops or sinks life force;.<\/p>\n
\ndeficit paupers the magician skill:.<\/p>\n
\nwant makes all the rest seem thin and bare.<\/p>\n
\nhalf-sight draws the horizon of her acts:.<\/p>\n
\ndepths remember what. she came to do,<\/p>\n
\nthe mind has forgotten or the heart mistakes:<\/p>\n
\nNature endless lines is lost the God..<\/p>\n
\nknowledge to sum up omniscience,.<\/p>\n
\naction to erect the Omnipotent,<\/p>\n
\ncreate her Creator here was her heart conceit,.<\/p>\n
\ninvade the cosmic scene with utter God..<\/p>\n
\nan all-fulfilling epiphany,.<\/p>\n
\nan utterance of the Ineffable,<\/p>\n
\nwould bring the glory here of the Absolute force,<\/p>\n
\npoise into creation rhythmic swing,<\/p>\n
\nwith a sky of calm a sea of bliss..<\/p>\n
\nto call eternity into Time,<\/p>\n
\nbody joy as vivid as the soul,.<\/p>\n
\nshe would lift to neighbourhood with heaven<\/p>\n
\n
\nreconcile the Eternal and the Abyss.<\/p>\n
\npragmatism of the transcendent Truth<\/p>\n
\nsilence with the voices of the gods,<\/p>\n
\nthe cry the single Voice is lost.<\/p>\n
\nNature vision climbs beyond her acts.<\/p>\n
\nof gods in heaven she sees above,<\/p>\n
\ndemi-god emerging from an ape<\/p>\n
\nshe can in our mortal element.<\/p>\n
\nthe half-god, the half-titan are her peak:<\/p>\n
\ngreater life wavers twixt earth and sky.<\/p>\n
\npoignant paradox pursues her dreams:<\/p>\n
\nhooded energy moves an ignorant world<\/p>\n
\nlook for a joy her own strong clasp puts off;<\/p>\n
\nembrace it cannot turn to its source.<\/p>\n
\nis its significance and lost.<\/p>\n
\nlaw and journeying curve of all things born<\/p>\n
\nknowledge partial seems, her purpose small,<\/p>\n
\nsoil of yearning tread her sumptuous hours.<\/p>\n
\nleaden Nescience weighs the wings of Thought,<\/p>\n
\npower oppresses the being with its garbs,<\/p>\n
\naction prisons its immortal gaze.<\/p>\n
\nsense of limit haunts her masteries<\/p>\n
\nnowhere is assured content or peace:<\/p>\n
\nall the depth and beauty of her world <\/p>\n
\nwisdom lacks that sets the spirit free.<\/p>\n
\nand faded charm had now her face<\/p>\n
\npalled for him her quick and curious lore;<\/p>\n
\nwide soul asked a deeper joy than hers.<\/p>\n
\nher daedal lines he sought escape;.<\/p>\n
\nneither gate of horn nor ivory<\/p>\n
\nfound nor postern of spiritual sight.<\/p>\n
\nwas no issue from that dreamlike space.<\/p>\n
\nbeing must move eternally through Time;<\/p>\n
\nhelps us not, vain is the hope to cease,<\/p>\n
\nsecret Will compels us to endure.<\/p>\n
\nlife repose is in the infinite;.<\/p>\n
\ncannot end, its end is Life supreme.<\/p>\n
\nis a passage, not the goal of our walk:<\/p>\n
\n
\nancient deep impulsion labours on:<\/p>\n
\nsouls are dragged as with a hidden leash,<\/p>\n
\nacts prolong after the body fall<\/p>\n
\nold perpetual journey without pause.<\/p>\n
\nsilent peak is found where Time can rest.<\/p>\n
\nwas a magic stream that reached no sea.<\/p>\n
\nwheel of works ran with him and outstripped;<\/p>\n
\na farther task was left to do.<\/p>\n
\nof action and a cry of search<\/p>\n
\never grew in that unquiet world;.<\/p>\n
\nmurmur filled the heart of Time.<\/p>\n
\nwas contrivance and unceasing stir.<\/p>\n
\nhundred ways to live were tried in vain:.<\/p>\n
\nsameness that assumed a thousand forms<\/p>\n
\nto escape from its long monotone.<\/p>\n
\nmade new things that soon were like the old..<\/p>\n
\ncurious decoration lured the eye.<\/p>\n
\nnovel values furbished ancient themes.<\/p>\n
\ncheat the mind with the idea of change..<\/p>\n
\ndifferent picture that was still the same<\/p>\n
\nanother labyrinthine house<\/p>\n
\ncreatures and their doings and events,.<\/p>\n
\nof the traffic of bound souls,.<\/p>\n
\nmarket of creation and her wares<\/p>\n
\noffered to the labouring mind and heart..<\/p>\n
\ncircuit ending where it first began<\/p>\n
\ndubbed the forward and eternal march.<\/p>\n
\nprogress on perfection unknown road.<\/p>\n
\nfinal scheme leads to a sequel plan..<\/p>\n
\nevery new departure seems the last<\/p>\n
\ncarrying thought in its ultimate zenith flight.<\/p>\n
\ntrumpeting supreme discovery;.<\/p>\n
\nbrief idea, a structure perishable,<\/p>\n
\nclaim to be the perfect form of things,<\/p>\n
\n
\nlast epitome, Time golden best..<\/p>\n
\nnothing has been achieved of infinite worth:.<\/p>\n
\nworld made ever a new, never complete<\/p>\n
\nalways half-attempts on lost attempts.<\/p>\n
\nsaw a fragment as the eternal Whole.<\/p>\n
\naimless mounting total of things done<\/p>\n
\nwrestle of eternal opposites<\/p>\n
\nclasped antagonism close-locked embrace,<\/p>\n
\nwithout denouement or idea,.<\/p>\n
\nhunger march of lives without a goal,.<\/p>\n
\nwritten on a bare black board of Space,.<\/p>\n
\nfutile and recurring sum of souls,<\/p>\n
\nthat failed, a light that never shone,.<\/p>\n
\nlabour of an unaccomplished Force<\/p>\n
\nto its acts in a dim eternity..<\/p>\n
\nis no end or none can yet be seen:.<\/p>\n
\nshe sees a crown she cannot grasp;<\/p>\n
\neyes are fixed beyond her fallen state.<\/p>\n
\n<\/font><\/p>\n
\nquivers still within her breast and ours<\/p>\n
\nglory that was once and is no more,<\/p>\n
\nthere calls to us from some unfulfilled beyond<\/p>\n
\ngreatness, yet unreached by the halting world.<\/p>\n
\nmemory behind our mortal sense<\/p>\n
\ndream persists of larger happier air<\/p>\n
\nghost of bliss pursues her haunted depths;<\/p>\n
\nshe remembers still though now so far<\/p>\n
\nrealm of golden ease and glad desire<\/p>\n
\nthe beauty and strength and happiness that were hers<\/p>\n
\nsweetness of her glowing paradise,<\/p>\n
\nkingdom of immortal ecstasy<\/p>\n
\nknowledge in our hidden parts we keep,<\/p>\n
\nto a vague mystery appeal,<\/p>\n
\nmeet a deep unseen Reality<\/p>\n
\ntruer than the world face of present Truth:<\/p>\n
\nchased by a self we cannot now recall<\/p>\n
\n
\ndies must live again;<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n
\n
\nwere made.<\/font><\/p>\n
\nmore,<\/font><\/p>\n
\nbliss,<\/font><\/p>\n
\nlight; <\/font><\/p>\n
\nparadox <\/font><\/p>\n
\na shape;<\/font><\/p>\n
\n\t\treveal her true immortal face<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n
\npoints;<\/font><\/p>\n
\nfinished page,<\/font><\/p>\n
\nstill<\/font><\/p>\n
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