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\nCanto Eight<\/i> <\/p>\n

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\nThe World of
\nFalsehood, the Mother of Evil<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\nand the Sons of
\nDarkness<\/font><\/span> <\/font><\/p>\n

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Then could he see the hidden heart of Night:<\/p>\n

The labour of its stark unconsciousness<\/p>\n

Revealed the endless terrible Inane.<\/p>\n

A spiritless blank Infinity was there;<\/p>\n

A Nature that denied the eternal Truth<\/p>\n

In the vain braggart freedom of its thought<\/p>\n

Hoped to abolish God and reign alone.<\/p>\n

There was no sovereign Guest, no witness Light;<\/p>\n

Unhelped it would create its own bleak world.<\/p>\n

Its large blind eyes looked out on demon acts,<\/p>\n

Its deaf ears heard the untruth its dumb lips spoke;<\/p>\n

Its huge misguided fancy took vast shapes,<\/p>\n

Its mindless sentience quivered with fierce conceits;<\/p>\n

Engendering a brute principle of life<\/p>\n

Evil and pain begot a monstrous soul.<\/p>\n

The Anarchs of the formless depths arose,<\/p>\n

Great Titan beings and demoniac powers,<\/p>\n

World-egos racked with lust and thought and will,<\/p>\n

Vast minds and lives without a spirit within:<\/p>\n

Impatient architects of error’s house,<\/p>\n

Leaders of the cosmic ignorance and unrest<\/p>\n

And sponsors of sorrow and mortality<\/p>\n

Embodied the dark Ideas of the Abyss.<\/p>\n

A shadow substance into emptiness came,<\/p>\n

Dim forms were born in the unthinking Void<\/p>\n

And eddies met and made an adverse Space<\/p>\n

In whose black folds Being imagined Hell.<\/p>\n

His eyes piercing the triple-plated gloom<\/p>\n

Identified their sight with its blind stare:<\/p>\n

Accustomed to the unnatural dark, they saw <\/p>\n

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Unreality made real and conscious Night.<\/p>\n

A violent, fierce and formidable world,<\/p>\n

An ancient womb of huge calamitous dreams,<\/p>\n

Coiled like a larva in the obscurity<\/p>\n

That keeps it from the spear-points of Heaven’s stars.<\/p>\n

It was the gate of a false Infinite,<\/p>\n

An eternity of disastrous absolutes,<\/p>\n

An immense negation of spiritual things.<\/p>\n

All once self-luminous in the spirit’s sphere<\/p>\n

Turned now into their own dark contraries:<\/p>\n

Being collapsed into a pointless void<\/p>\n

That yet was a zero parent of the worlds;<\/p>\n

Inconscience swallowing up the cosmic Mind<\/p>\n

Produced a universe from its lethal sleep;<\/p>\n

Bliss into black coma fallen, insensible,<\/p>\n

Coiled back to itself and God’s eternal joy<\/p>\n

Through a false poignant figure of grief and pain<\/p>\n

Still dolorously nailed upon a cross<\/p>\n

Fixed in the soil of a dumb insentient world<\/p>\n

Where birth was a pang and death an agony,<\/p>\n

Lest all too soon should change again to bliss.<\/p>\n

Thought sat, a priestess of Perversity,<\/p>\n

On her black tripod of the triune Snake<\/p>\n

Reading by opposite signs the eternal script,<\/p>\n

A sorceress reversing
\nLife’s God-frame.<\/p>\n

In darkling aisles with evil eyes for lamps<\/p>\n

And fatal voices chanting from the apse,<\/p>\n

In strange infernal dim basilicas<\/p>\n

Intoning the magic of the unholy Word,<\/p>\n

The ominous profound Initiate<\/p>\n

Performed the ritual of her Mysteries.<\/p>\n

There suffering was Nature’s daily food<\/p>\n

Alluring to the anguished heart and flesh,<\/p>\n

And torture was the formula of delight,<\/p>\n

Pain mimicked the celestial ecstasy.<\/p>\n

There Good, a faithless gardener of God, <\/p>\n

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Watered with virtue the world’s upas-tree<\/p>\n

And, careful of the outward word and act,<\/p>\n

Engrafted his hypocrite blooms on native ill.<\/p>\n

All high things served their nether opposite:<\/p>\n

The forms of Gods sustained a demon cult;<\/p>\n

Heaven’s face became a mask and snare of Hell.<\/p>\n

There in the heart of vain phenomenon,<\/p>\n

In an enormous action’s writhen core<\/p>\n

He saw a shape illimitable and vague<\/p>\n

Sitting on Death who swallows all things born.<\/p>\n

A chill fixed face with dire and motionless eyes,<\/p>\n

Her dreadful trident in her shadowy hand<\/p>\n

Outstretched, she pierced all creatures with one fate.<\/p>\n

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When nothing was save Matter without soul<\/p>\n

And a spiritless hollow was the heart of Time,<\/p>\n

Then Life first touched the insensible Abyss;<\/p>\n

Awaking the stark Void to hope and grief<\/p>\n

Her pallid beam smote the unfathomed Night<\/p>\n

In which God hid himself from his own view.<\/p>\n

In all things she sought their slumbering mystic truth,<\/p>\n

The unspoken Word that inspires unconscious forms;<\/p>\n

She groped in his deeps for an invisible Law,<\/p>\n

Fumbled in the dim subconscient for his mind<\/p>\n

And strove to find a way for spirit to be.<\/p>\n

But from the Night another answer came.<\/p>\n

A seed was in that nether matrix cast,<\/p>\n

A dumb unprobed husk of perverted truth,<\/p>\n

A cell of an insentient infinite.<\/p>\n

A monstrous birth prepared its cosmic form<\/p>\n

In Nature’s titan embryo, Ignorance.<\/p>\n

Then in a fatal and stupendous hour<\/p>\n

Something that sprang from the stark Inconscient’s sleep<\/p>\n

Unwillingly begotten by the mute Void,<\/p>\n

Lifted its ominous head against the stars;<\/p>\n

Overshadowing earth with its huge body of Doom <\/p>\n

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It chilled the heavens with the menace of a face.<\/p>\n

A nameless Power, a shadowy Will arose<\/p>\n

Immense and alien to our universe.<\/p>\n

In the inconceivable Purpose none can gauge<\/p>\n

A vast Non-Being robed itself with shape,<\/p>\n

The boundless Nescience of the unconscious depths<\/p>\n

Covered eternity with
\nNothingness.<\/p>\n

A seeking Mind replaced the seeing Soul:<\/p>\n

Life grew into a huge and hungry death,<\/p>\n

The Spirit’s bliss was changed to cosmic pain.<\/p>\n

Assuring God’s self-cowled neutrality<\/p>\n

A mighty opposition conquered Space.<\/p>\n

A sovereign ruling falsehood, death and grief,<\/p>\n

It pressed its fierce
\nhegemony on earth;<\/p>\n

Disharmonising the original style<\/p>\n

Of the architecture of her fate’s design,<\/p>\n

It falsified the primal cosmic Will<\/p>\n

And bound to struggle and dread vicissitudes<\/p>\n

The long slow process of the patient Power.<\/p>\n

Implanting error in the stuff of things<\/p>\n

It made an Ignorance of the all-wise Law;<\/p>\n

It baffled the sure touch of life’s hid sense,<\/p>\n

Kept dumb the intuitive guide in Matter’s sleep,<\/p>\n

Deformed the insect’s instinct and the brute’s,<\/p>\n

Disfigured man’s thought-born humanity.<\/p>\n

A shadow fell across the simple Ray:<\/p>\n

Obscured was the Truth-light in the cavern heart<\/p>\n

That burns unwitnessed in the altar crypt<\/p>\n

Behind the still velamen’s secrecy<\/p>\n

Companioning the Godhead of the shrine.<\/p>\n

Thus was the dire antagonist Energy born<\/p>\n

Who mimes the eternal Mother’s mighty shape<\/p>\n

And mocks her luminous infinity<\/p>\n

With a grey distorted silhouette in the Night.<\/p>\n

Arresting the passion of the climbing soul,<\/p>\n

She forced on life a slow and faltering pace; <\/p>\n

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Her hand’s deflecting and retarding weight<\/p>\n

Is laid on the mystic evolution’s curve:<\/p>\n

The tortuous line of her deceiving mind<\/p>\n

The Gods see not and man is impotent;<\/p>\n

Oppressing the God-spark within the soul<\/p>\n

She forces back to the beast the human fall.<\/p>\n

Yet in her formidable instinctive mind<\/p>\n

She feels the One grow in the heart of Time<\/p>\n

And sees the Immortal shine through the human mould.<\/p>\n

Alarmed for her rule and full of fear and rage<\/p>\n

She prowls around each light that gleams through the dark<\/p>\n

Casting its ray from the
\nSpirit’s lonely tent,<\/p>\n

Hoping to enter with fierce stealthy tread<\/p>\n

And in the cradle slay the divine Child.<\/p>\n

Incalculable are her
\nstrength and ruse,<\/p>\n

Her touch is a fascination and a death;<\/p>\n

She kills her victim with his own delight;<\/p>\n

Even Good she makes a hook to drag to Hell.<\/p>\n

For her the world runs to its agony.<\/p>\n

Often the pilgrim on the Eternal’s road<\/p>\n

Ill-lit from clouds by the pale moon of Mind,<\/p>\n

Or in devious by-ways wandering alone,<\/p>\n

Or lost in deserts where no path is seen,<\/p>\n

Falls overpowered by her lion leap,<\/p>\n

A conquered captive under her dreadful paws.<\/p>\n

Intoxicated by a burning breath<\/p>\n

And amorous grown1<\/sup> of a destroying mouth,<\/p>\n

Once a companion of the sacred Fire,<\/p>\n

The mortal perishes to God and Light,<\/p>\n

An Adversary governs heart and brain,<\/p>\n

A Nature hostile to the
\nMother-force.<\/font><\/p>\n

The self of life yields up its instruments<\/p>\n

To Titan and demoniac agencies<\/p>\n

That aggrandise earth-nature and disframe:<\/p>\n

A cowled fifth-columnist is now thought’s guide;<\/p>\n

His subtle defeatist murmur slays the faith <\/p>\n

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And, lodged in the breast or whispering from outside,<\/p>\n

A lying inspiration fell and dark<\/p>\n

A new order substitutes for the divine.<\/p>\n

A silence falls upon the spirit’s heights,<\/p>\n

From the veiled sanctuary the God retires,<\/p>\n

Empty and cold is the chamber of the Bride;<\/p>\n

The golden Nimbus now is seen no more,<\/p>\n

No longer burns the white spiritual ray<\/p>\n

And hushed for ever is the secret Voice.<\/p>\n

Then by the Angel of the Vigil Tower<\/p>\n

A name is struck from the recording book;<\/p>\n

A flame that sang in Heaven sinks quenched and
\nmute,<\/font><\/p>\n

In ruin ends the epic of a soul.<\/p>\n

This is the tragedy of the inner death<\/p>\n

When forfeited is the divine element<\/p>\n

And only a mind and body live to die.<\/p>\n

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For terrible agencies the Spirit allows<\/p>\n

And there are subtle and enormous Powers<\/p>\n

That shield themselves with the covering Ignorance.<\/p>\n

Offspring of the gulfs, agents of the shadowy Force,<\/p>\n

Haters of light, intolerant of peace,<\/p>\n

Aping to the thought the shining Friend and Guide,<\/p>\n

Opposing in the heart the eternal Will,<\/p>\n

They veil the occult uplifting Harmonist.<\/p>\n

His wisdom’s oracles are made our bonds;<\/p>\n

The doors of God they have locked with keys of creed<\/p>\n

And shut out by the Law his tireless Grace.<\/p>\n

Along all Nature’s lines they have set their posts<\/p>\n

And intercept the caravans of Light;<\/p>\n

Wherever the Gods act, they intervene.<\/p>\n

A yoke is laid upon the world’s dim heart;<\/p>\n

Masked are its beats from the supernal Bliss,<\/p>\n

And the closed peripheries of brilliant Mind<\/p>\n

Block the fine entries of celestial Fire.<\/p>\n

Always the dark Adventurers seem to win; <\/p>\n

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Nature they fill with evil’s institutes,<\/p>\n

Turn into defeats the victories of Truth,<\/p>\n

Proclaim as falsehoods the eternal laws,<\/p>\n

And load the dice of Doom with wizard lies;<\/p>\n

The world’s shrines they have occupied, usurped its thrones.<\/p>\n

In scorn of the dwindling chances of the Gods<\/p>\n

They claim creation as their conquered fief<\/p>\n

And crown themselves the iron Lords of Time.<\/p>\n

Adepts of the illusion and the
\nmasque,<\/font><\/p>\n

The artificers of Nature’s fall and pain<\/p>\n

Have built their altars of triumphant Night<\/p>\n

In the clay temple of terrestrial life.<\/p>\n

In the vacant precincts of the sacred Fire,<\/p>\n

In front of the reredos in the mystic rite<\/p>\n

Facing the dim velamen none can pierce,<\/p>\n

Intones his solemn hymn the mitred priest<\/p>\n

Invoking their dreadful presence in his breast:<\/p>\n

Attributing to them the awful Name<\/p>\n

He chants the syllables of the magic text<\/p>\n

And summons the unseen communion’s act,<\/p>\n

While twixt the incense and the muttered prayer<\/p>\n

All the fierce bale with which the world is racked<\/p>\n

Is mixed in the foaming chalice of man’s heart<\/p>\n

And poured to them like sacramental wine.<\/p>\n

Assuming names divine they guide and rule.<\/p>\n

Opponents of the Highest they have come<\/p>\n

Out of their world of soulless thought and power<\/p>\n

To serve by enmity the cosmic scheme.<\/p>\n

Night is their refuge and strategic base.<\/p>\n

Against the sword of Flame, the luminous Eye,<\/p>\n

Bastioned they live in massive forts of gloom,<\/p>\n

Calm and secure in sunless privacy:<\/p>\n

No wandering ray of Heaven can enter there.<\/p>\n

Armoured, protected by their lethal masks,<\/p>\n

As in a studio of creative Death<\/p>\n

The giant sons of Darkness sit and plan <\/p>\n

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The drama of the earth, their tragic stage.<\/p>\n

All who would raise the fallen world must come<\/p>\n

Under the dangerous arches of their power;<\/p>\n

For even the radiant children of the gods<\/p>\n

To darken their privilege is and dreadful right.<\/p>\n

None can reach heaven who has not passed through hell.<\/p>\n

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This too the traveller of the worlds must dare.<\/p>\n

A warrior in the dateless duel’s strife,<\/p>\n

He entered into dumb despairing Night<\/p>\n

Challenging the darkness with his luminous soul.<\/p>\n

Alarming with his steps the threshold gloom<\/p>\n

He came into a fierce and dolorous realm<\/p>\n

Peopled by souls who never had tasted bliss;<\/p>\n

Ignorant like men born blind who know not light,<\/p>\n

They could equate worst ill with highest good,<\/p>\n

Virtue was to their eyes a face of sin<\/p>\n

And evil and misery were their natural state.<\/p>\n

A dire administration’s penal code<\/p>\n

Making of grief and pain the common law,<\/p>\n

Decreeing universal joylessness<\/p>\n

Had changed life into a stoic sacrament<\/p>\n

And torture into a daily festival.<\/p>\n

An act was passed to chastise happiness;<\/p>\n

Laughter and pleasure were banned as deadly sins:<\/p>\n

A questionless mind was ranked as wise content,<\/p>\n

A dull heart’s silent apathy as peace:<\/p>\n

Sleep was not there, torpor was the sole rest,<\/p>\n

Death came but neither respite gave nor end;<\/p>\n

Always the soul lived on and suffered more.<\/p>\n

Ever he deeper probed that kingdom of pain;<\/p>\n

Around him grew the terror of a world<\/p>\n

Of agony followed by worse agony,<\/p>\n

And in the terror a great wicked joy<\/p>\n

Glad of one’s own and
\nother’s<\/font> calamity.<\/p>\n

There thought and life were a long punishment, <\/p>\n

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The breath a burden and all hope a scourge,<\/p>\n

The body a field of torment, a massed unease;<\/p>\n

Repose was a waiting between pang and pang.<\/p>\n

This was the law of things none dreamed to change:<\/p>\n

A hard sombre heart, a harsh unsmiling mind<\/p>\n

Rejected happiness like a cloying sweet;<\/p>\n

Tranquillity was a tedium and ennui:<\/p>\n

Only by suffering life grew colourful;<\/p>\n

It needed the spice of pain, the salt of tears.<\/p>\n

If one could cease to be, all would be well;<\/p>\n

Else only fierce sensations gave some zest:<\/p>\n

A fury of jealousy burning the gnawed heart,<\/p>\n

The sting of murderous spite and hate and lust,<\/p>\n

The whisper that lures to the pit and treachery’s stroke<\/p>\n

Threw vivid spots on the dull aching hours.<\/p>\n

To watch the drama of infelicity,<\/p>\n

The writhing of creatures under the harrow of doom<\/p>\n

And sorrow’s tragic gaze into the night<\/p>\n

And horror and the hammering heart of fear<\/p>\n

Were the ingredients in Time’s heavy cup<\/p>\n

That pleased and helped to enjoy its bitter taste.<\/p>\n

Of such fierce stuff was made up life’s long hell:<\/p>\n

These were the threads of the dark spider’s-web<\/p>\n

In which the soul was caught, quivering and
\nwrapt;<\/font><\/p>\n

This was religion, this was Nature’s rule.<\/p>\n

In a fell chapel of iniquity<\/p>\n

To worship a black pitiless image of Power<\/p>\n

Kneeling one must cross hard-hearted stony courts,<\/p>\n

A pavement like a floor of evil fate.<\/p>\n

Each stone was a keen edge of ruthless force<\/p>\n

And glued with the chilled blood from tortured breasts;<\/p>\n

The dry gnarled trees stood up like dying men<\/p>\n

Stiffened into a pose of agony,<\/p>\n

And from each window peered an ominous priest<\/p>\n

Chanting Te Deums for slaughter’s crowning grace,<\/p>\n

Cities
\nuprooted,<\/font> blasted human homes,<\/p>\n

Burned writhen bodies, the bombshell’s massacre. <\/p>\n

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\u201cOur enemies are
\nfallen, are fallen\u201d, they sang,<\/p>\n

\u201cAll who once stayed our will are smitten and dead;<\/p>\n

How great we are, how merciful art Thou.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thus thought they to reach God’s impassive throne<\/p>\n

And him command whom all their acts opposed,<\/p>\n

Magnifying their deeds to touch his skies,<\/p>\n

And make him an accomplice of their crimes.<\/p>\n

There no relenting pity could have place,<\/p>\n

But ruthless strength and iron moods had sway,<\/p>\n

A dateless sovereignty of terror and gloom:<\/p>\n

This took the figure of a darkened God<\/p>\n

Revered by the racked wretchedness he had made,<\/p>\n

Who held in thrall a miserable world,<\/p>\n

And helpless hearts nailed to unceasing woe<\/p>\n

Adored the feet that trampled them into mire.<\/p>\n

It was a world of sorrow and of hate,<\/p>\n

Sorrow with hatred for its lonely joy,<\/p>\n

Hatred with others’ sorrow as its feast;<\/p>\n

A bitter rictus curled the suffering mouth;<\/p>\n

A tragic cruelty saw its ominous chance.<\/p>\n

Hate was the black archangel of that realm;<\/p>\n

It glowed, a sombre jewel in the heart<\/p>\n

Burning the soul with its malignant rays,<\/p>\n

And wallowed in its fell abysm of might.<\/p>\n

These passions even objects seemed to exude,\u2014<\/p>\n

For mind overflowed into the inanimate<\/p>\n

That answered with the wickedness it received,\u2014<\/p>\n

Against their users used malignant powers,<\/p>\n

Hurt without hands and strangely, suddenly slew,<\/p>\n

Appointed as instruments of an unseen doom.<\/p>\n

Or they made themselves a fateful prison wall<\/p>\n

Where men condemned wake through the creeping hours<\/p>\n

Counted by the
\ntoilings<\/font> of an ominous bell.<\/p>\n

An evil environment worsened evil souls:<\/p>\n

All things were conscious there and all perverse.<\/p>\n

In this infernal realm he dared to press<\/p>\n

Even into its deepest pit and darkest core, <\/p>\n

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Perturbed its tenebrous base, dared to contest<\/p>\n

Its ancient privileged right and absolute force:<\/p>\n

In Night he plunged to know her dreadful heart,<\/p>\n

In Hell he sought the root and cause of Hell.<\/p>\n

Its anguished gulfs opened in his own breast;<\/p>\n

He listened to clamours of its crowded pain,<\/p>\n

The heart-beats of its fatal loneliness.<\/p>\n

Above was a chill deaf eternity.<\/p>\n

In vague tremendous passages of Doom<\/p>\n

He heard the goblin voice that guides to slay,<\/p>\n

And faced the enchantments of the demon Sign,<\/p>\n

And traversed the ambush of the opponent Snake.<\/p>\n

In menacing tracts, in tortured solitudes<\/p>\n

Companionless he roamed through desolate ways<\/p>\n

Where the red Wolf waits by the fordless stream<\/p>\n

And Death’s black eagles scream to the precipice,<\/p>\n

And met the hounds of bale who hunt men’s hearts<\/p>\n

Baying across the veldts of Destiny,<\/p>\n

In footless battlefields of the Abyss<\/p>\n

Fought shadowy combats in mute eyeless depths,<\/p>\n

Assaults of Hell endured and Titan strokes<\/p>\n

And bore the fierce inner wounds that are slow to heal.<\/p>\n

A prisoner of a hooded magic Force,<\/p>\n

Captured and trailed in Falsehood’s lethal net<\/p>\n

And often strangled in the noose of grief,<\/p>\n

Or cast on the grim morass of swallowing doubt,<\/p>\n

Or shut into pits of error and despair,<\/p>\n

He drank her poison draughts till none was left.<\/p>\n

In a world where neither hope nor joy could come<\/p>\n

The ordeal he suffered of evil’s absolute reign,<\/p>\n

Yet kept intact his spirit’s radiant truth.<\/p>\n

Incapable of motion or of force,<\/p>\n

In Matter’s blank denial gaoled and blind,<\/p>\n

Pinned to the black inertia of our base<\/p>\n

He treasured between his hands his flickering soul.<\/p>\n

His being ventured into mindless Void,<\/p>\n

Intolerant gulfs that knew not thought nor sense; <\/p>\n

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Thought ceased, sense failed, his soul still saw and knew.<\/p>\n

In atomic parcellings of the Infinite<\/p>\n

Near to the dumb beginnings of lost Self,<\/p>\n

He felt the curious small futility<\/p>\n

Of the creation of material things.<\/p>\n

Or, stifled in the Inconscient’s hollow dusk,<\/p>\n

He sounded the mystery dark and bottomless<\/p>\n

Of the enormous and unmeaning deeps<\/p>\n

Whence struggling life in a dead universe rose.<\/p>\n

There in the stark identity lost by mind<\/p>\n

He felt the sealed sense of the insensible world<\/p>\n

And a mute wisdom in the unknowing Night.<\/p>\n

Into the abysmal secrecy he came<\/p>\n

Where darkness peers from her mattress, grey and nude,<\/p>\n

And stood on the last locked subconscient’s floor<\/p>\n

Where Being slept unconscious of its thoughts<\/p>\n

And built the world not knowing what it built.<\/p>\n

There waiting its hour the future lay unknown,<\/p>\n

There is the record of the vanished stars.<\/p>\n

There in the slumber of the cosmic Will<\/p>\n

He saw the secret key of Nature’s change.<\/p>\n

A light was with him, an invisible hand<\/p>\n

Was laid upon the error and the pain<\/p>\n

Till it became a quivering ecstasy,<\/p>\n

The shock of sweetness of an arm’s embrace.<\/p>\n

He saw in Night the Eternal’s shadowy veil,<\/p>\n

Knew death for a cellar of the house of life,<\/p>\n

In destruction felt creation’s hasty pace,<\/p>\n

Knew loss as the price of a celestial gain<\/p>\n

And hell as a short cut to heaven’s gates.<\/p>\n

Then in Illusion’s occult factory<\/p>\n

And in the Inconscient’s magic printing house<\/p>\n

Torn were the formats of the primal Night<\/p>\n

And shattered the stereotypes of Ignorance.<\/p>\n

Alive, breathing a deep spiritual breath,<\/p>\n

Nature expunged her stiff mechanical code<\/p>\n

And the articles of the bound soul’s contract, <\/p>\n

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Falsehood gave back to Truth her tortured shape.<\/p>\n

Annulled were the tables of the law of
\npain,<\/p>\n

And in their place grew luminous characters.<\/p>\n

The skilful Penman’s unseen finger wrote<\/p>\n

His swift intuitive calligraphy;<\/p>\n

Earth’s forms were made his divine documents,<\/p>\n

The wisdom embodied mind could not reveal,<\/p>\n

Inconscience chased from the world’s voiceless breast;<\/p>\n

Transfigured were the fixed schemes of reasoning Thought.<\/p>\n

Arousing consciousness in things inert,<\/p>\n

He imposed upon dark atom and dumb mass<\/p>\n

The diamond script of the Imperishable,<\/p>\n

Inscribed on the dim heart of fallen things<\/p>\n

A paean-song of the free Infinite<\/p>\n

And the Name, foundation of eternity,<\/p>\n

And traced on the awake exultant cells<\/p>\n

In the ideographs of the Ineffable<\/p>\n

The lyric of the love that waits through Time<\/p>\n

And the mystic volume of the Book of Bliss<\/p>\n

And the message of the superconscient Fire.<\/p>\n

Then Life beat pure in the corporeal frame;<\/p>\n

The infernal Gleam died and could slay no more.<\/p>\n

Hell split across its huge abrupt fa\u00e7ade<\/p>\n

As if a magic building were undone,<\/p>\n

Night opened and vanished like a gulf of dream.<\/p>\n

Into being’s gap scooped out as empty Space<\/p>\n

In which she has filled the place of absent God,<\/p>\n

There poured a wide intimate and blissful
\nDawn,<\/font><\/p>\n

Healed were all things that Time’s torn heart had made<\/p>\n

And sorrow could live no more in Nature’s breast:<\/p>\n

Division ceased to be, for God was there.<\/p>\n

The soul lit the conscious body with its ray,<\/p>\n

Matter and Spirit mingled and were one.<\/p>\n

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End of Canto Eight <\/p>\n

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