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\nCanto Eleven<\/i> <\/p>\n

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\nThe Kingdoms and
\nGodheads of the Greater Mind<\/font><\/span> <\/p>\n

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There ceased the limits of the labouring Power.<\/p>\n

But being and creation cease not there.<\/p>\n

For Thought transcends the circles of mortal mind,<\/p>\n

It is greater than its earthly instrument:<\/p>\n

The godhead crammed into mind’s narrow space<\/p>\n

Escapes on every side into some vast<\/p>\n

That is a passage to infinity.<\/p>\n

It moves eternal in the spirit’s field,<\/p>\n

A runner towards the far spiritual light,<\/p>\n

A child and servant of the spirit’s force.<\/p>\n

But mind too falls back from a nameless peak.<\/p>\n

His being stretched beyond the sight of Thought.<\/p>\n

For the spirit is eternal and unmade<\/p>\n

And not by thinking was its greatness born,<\/p>\n

And not by thinking can its knowledge come.<\/p>\n

It knows itself and in itself it lives,<\/p>\n

It moves where no thought is nor any form.<\/p>\n

Its feet are steadied upon finite things,<\/p>\n

Its wings can dare to cross the Infinite.<\/p>\n

Arriving into his ken a wonder space<\/p>\n

Of great and marvellous meetings called his steps,<\/p>\n

Where Thought leaned on a Vision beyond thought<\/p>\n

And shaped a world from the Unthinkable.<\/p>\n

On peaks imagination cannot tread,<\/p>\n

In the horizons of a tireless sight,<\/p>\n

Under a blue veil of eternity<\/p>\n

The splendours of ideal Mind were seen<\/p>\n

Outstretched across the boundaries of things known.<\/p>\n

Origin of the little that we are,<\/p>\n

Instinct with the endless more that we must be,<\/p>\n

A prop of all that human strength enacts, <\/p>\n

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Creator of hopes by earth unrealised,<\/p>\n

It spreads beyond the expanding universe;<\/p>\n

It wings beyond the boundaries of Dream,<\/p>\n

It overtops the ceiling of life’s soar.<\/p>\n

Awake in a luminous sphere unbound by Thought,<\/p>\n

Exposed to omniscient immensities,<\/p>\n

It casts on our world its great crowned influences,<\/p>\n

Its speed that outstrips the ambling of the hours,<\/p>\n

Its force that strides invincibly through Time,<\/p>\n

Its mights that bridge the gulf twixt man and God,<\/p>\n

Its lights that combat Ignorance and Death.<\/p>\n

In its vast ambit of ideal Space<\/p>\n

Where beauty and mightiness walk hand in hand,<\/p>\n

The Spirit’s truths take form as living Gods<\/p>\n

And each can build a world in its own right.<\/p>\n

In an air which doubt and error cannot mark<\/p>\n

With the stigmata of their deformity,<\/p>\n

In communion with the musing privacy<\/p>\n

Of a truth that sees in an unerring light<\/p>\n

Where the sight falters not nor wanders thought,<\/p>\n

Exempt from our world’s exorbitant tax of tears,<\/p>\n

Dreaming its luminous creations gaze<\/p>\n

On the Ideas that people eternity.<\/p>\n

In a sun-blaze of joy and absolute power<\/p>\n

Above the Masters of the Ideal throne<\/p>\n

In sessions of secure felicity,<\/p>\n

In regions of illumined certitude.<\/p>\n

Far are those realms from our labour and yearning and call,<\/p>\n

Perfection’s reign and hallowed sanctuary<\/p>\n

Closed to the uncertain thoughts of human mind,<\/p>\n

Remote from the turbid tread of mortal life.<\/p>\n

But since our secret selves are next of kin,<\/p>\n

A breath of unattained divinity<\/p>\n

Visits the imperfect earth on which we toil;<\/p>\n

Across a gleaming ether’s golden laugh<\/p>\n

A light falls on our vexed unsatisfied lives, <\/p>\n

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A thought comes down from the ideal worlds<\/p>\n

And moves us to new-model even here<\/p>\n

Some image of their greatness and appeal<\/p>\n

And wonder beyond the ken of mortal hope.<\/p>\n

Amid the heavy sameness of the days<\/p>\n

And contradicted by the human law,<\/p>\n

A faith in things that are not and must be<\/p>\n

Lives comrade of this world’s delight and pain,<\/p>\n

The child of the secret soul’s forbidden desire<\/p>\n

Born of its amour with eternity.<\/p>\n

Our spirits break free from their environment;<\/p>\n

The future brings its face of miracle near,<\/p>\n

Its godhead looks at us with present eyes;<\/p>\n

Acts deemed impossible grow natural;<\/p>\n

We feel the hero’s
\nimmortality,<\/p>\n

The courage and the strength death cannot touch<\/p>\n

Awake in limbs that are mortal, hearts that fail;<\/p>\n

We move by the rapid impulse of a will<\/p>\n

That scorns the tardy trudge of mortal
\nTime.<\/p>\n

These promptings come not from an alien sphere:<\/p>\n

Ourselves are citizens of that mother State,<\/p>\n

Adventurers, we have colonised Matter’s night.<\/p>\n

But now our rights are barred, our passports void;<\/p>\n

We live self-exiled from our heavenlier home.<\/p>\n

An errant ray from the immortal Mind<\/p>\n

Accepted the earth’s blindness and became<\/p>\n

Our human thought, servant of Ignorance.<\/p>\n

An exile, labourer on this unsure globe<\/p>\n

Captured and driven in Life’s nescient grasp,<\/p>\n

Hampered by obscure cell and treacherous nerve,<\/p>\n

It dreams of happier states and nobler powers,<\/p>\n

The natural privilege of unfallen
\ngods<\/p>\n

Recalling still its old lost sovereignty.<\/p>\n

Amidst earth’s mist and fog and mud and stone<\/p>\n

It still remembers its exalted sphere<\/p>\n

And the high city of its splendid birth. <\/p>\n

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A memory steals from
\na lost heaven of Truth,<\/p>\n

A wide release comes near, a Glory calls,<\/p>\n

A might looks out, an estranged felicity.<\/p>\n

In glamorous passages of half-veiled light<\/p>\n

Wandering, a brilliant shadow of itself,<\/p>\n

This quick uncertain leader of blind gods,<\/p>\n

This tender of small lamps, this minister serf<\/p>\n

Hired by a mind and body for earth-use<\/p>\n

Forgets its work mid crude realities;<\/p>\n

It recovers its renounced imperial right,<\/p>\n

It wears once more
\nits purple robe of thought<\/p>\n

And knows itself the Ideal’s seer and king,<\/p>\n

Communicant and prophet of the Unborn,<\/p>\n

Heir to delight and immortality.<\/p>\n

All things are real that here are only dreams,<\/p>\n

In our unknown depths sleeps their reserve of truth,<\/p>\n

On our unreached heights they reign and come to us<\/p>\n

In thought and muse trailing their robes of light.<\/p>\n

But our dwarf will and cold pragmatic sense<\/p>\n

Admit not the celestial visitants:<\/p>\n

Awaiting us on the Ideal’s peaks<\/p>\n

Or guarded in our secret self unseen<\/p>\n

Yet flashed sometimes across the awakened soul,<\/p>\n

Hide from our lives their greatness, beauty, power.<\/p>\n

Our present feels sometimes their regal touch,<\/p>\n

Our future strives towards their luminous thrones:<\/p>\n

Out of spiritual secrecy they gaze,<\/p>\n

Immortal footfalls in mind’s corridors sound:<\/p>\n

Our souls can climb into the shining planes,<\/p>\n

The breadths from which they came can be our home.<\/p>\n

His privilege regained of shadowless sight<\/p>\n

The Thinker entered the immortals’ air<\/p>\n

And drank again his pure and mighty source.<\/p>\n

Immutable in rhythmic calm and joy<\/p>\n

He saw, sovereignly free in limitless light,<\/p>\n

The unfallen planes, the thought-created worlds <\/p>\n

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Where Knowledge is the leader of the act<\/p>\n

And Matter is of thinking substance made,<\/p>\n

Feeling, a heaven-bird poised on dreaming wings,<\/p>\n

Answers Truth’s call as to a parent’s voice,<\/p>\n

Form luminous leaps from the all-shaping beam<\/p>\n

And Will is a conscious chariot of the Gods,<\/p>\n

And Life, a splendour-stream of musing Force,<\/p>\n

Carries the voices of the mystic Suns.<\/p>\n

A happiness it brings of whispered truth;<\/p>\n

There runs in its flow honeying the bosom of Space<\/p>\n

A laughter from the immortal heart of Bliss,<\/p>\n

And the unfathomed Joy of timelessness,<\/p>\n

The sound of Wisdom’s murmur in the Unknown<\/p>\n

And the breath of an unseen Infinity.<\/p>\n

In gleaming clarities of amethyst air<\/p>\n

The chainless and omnipotent Spirit of Mind<\/p>\n

Brooded on the blue lotus of the Idea.<\/p>\n

A gold supernal sun of timeless Truth<\/p>\n

Poured down the mystery of the eternal Ray<\/p>\n

Through a silence quivering with the word of Light<\/p>\n

On an endless ocean of discovery.<\/p>\n

Far-off he saw the joining hemispheres.<\/p>\n

On meditation’s mounting edge of trance<\/p>\n

Great stairs of thought climbed up to unborn heights<\/p>\n

Where Time’s last ridges touch eternity’s skies<\/p>\n

And Nature speaks to the spirit’s absolute.<\/p>\n

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A triple realm of ordered thought came first,<\/p>\n

A small beginning of immense ascent:<\/p>\n

Above were bright ethereal skies of mind,<\/p>\n

A packed and endless soar as if sky pressed sky<\/p>\n

Buttressed against the Void on bastioned light;<\/p>\n

The highest strove to neighbour eternity,<\/p>\n

The largest widened into the infinite.<\/p>\n

But though immortal, mighty and divine,<\/p>\n

The first realms were close and kin to human mind; <\/p>\n

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Their deities shape our greater thinking’s roads,<\/p>\n

A fragment of their puissance can be ours:<\/p>\n

These breadths were not too broad for our souls to range,<\/p>\n

These heights were not too high for human hope.<\/p>\n

A triple flight led to this triple world.<\/p>\n

Although abrupt for common strengths to tread,<\/p>\n

Its upward slope looks down on our earth-poise:<\/p>\n

On a slant not too precipitously steep<\/p>\n

One could turn back travelling deep descending lines<\/p>\n

To commune with the mortal’s universe.<\/p>\n

The mighty wardens of the ascending stair<\/p>\n

Who intercede with the all-creating Word,<\/p>\n

There waited for the pilgrim heaven-bound soul;<\/p>\n

Holding the thousand keys of the Beyond<\/p>\n

They proffered their knowledge to the climbing mind<\/p>\n

And filled the life with Thought’s immensities.<\/p>\n

The prophet hierophants of the occult Law,<\/p>\n

The flame-bright hierarchs of the divine Truth,<\/p>\n

Interpreters between man’s mind and God’s,<\/p>\n

They bring the immortal fire to mortal men.<\/p>\n

Iridescent, bodying the invisible,<\/p>\n

The guardians of the Eternal’s bright degrees<\/p>\n

Fronted the sun in radiant phalanxes.<\/p>\n

Afar they seemed a symbol imagery,<\/p>\n

Illumined originals of the shadowy script<\/p>\n

In which our sight transcribes the ideal Ray,<\/p>\n

Or icons figuring a mystic Truth,<\/p>\n

But, nearer, Gods and living Presences.<\/p>\n

A march of friezes marked the lowest steps;<\/p>\n

Fantastically ornate and richly small,<\/p>\n

They had room for the whole meaning of a world,<\/p>\n

Symbols minute of its perfection’s joy,<\/p>\n

Strange beasts that were Nature’s forces made alive<\/p>\n

And, wakened to the wonder of his role,<\/p>\n

Man grown an image undefaced of God<\/p>\n

And objects the fine coin of Beauty’s reign; <\/p>\n

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But wide the terrains were those levels serve.<\/p>\n

In front of the ascending epiphany<\/p>\n

World-Time’s enjoyers, favourites of World-Bliss,<\/p>\n

The Masters of things actual, lords of the hours,<\/p>\n

Playmates of youthful Nature and child God,<\/p>\n

Creators of Matter by hid stress of Mind<\/p>\n

Whose subtle thoughts support unconscious Life<\/p>\n

And guide the fantasy of brute events,<\/p>\n

Stood there, a race of young keen-visioned
\nGods,<\/p>\n

King-children born on Wisdom’s early plane,<\/p>\n

Taught in her school world-making’s mystic play.<\/p>\n

Arch-masons of the eternal Thaumaturge,<\/p>\n

Moulders and measurers of fragmented
\nspace,<\/p>\n

They have made their plan of the concealed and known<\/p>\n

A dwelling-house for the invisible
\nKing.<\/p>\n

Obeying the Eternal’s deep command<\/p>\n

They have built in the material front of things<\/p>\n

This wide world-kindergarten of young souls<\/p>\n

Where the infant spirit learns through mind and sense<\/p>\n

To read the letters of the cosmic script<\/p>\n

And study the body of the cosmic self<\/p>\n

And search for the secret meaning of the whole.<\/p>\n

To all that Spirit conceives they give a mould;<\/p>\n

Persuading Nature into visible moods<\/p>\n

They lend a finite shape to infinite things.<\/p>\n

Each power that leaps from the Unmanifest<\/p>\n

Leaving the largeness of the Eternal’s peace<\/p>\n

They seized and held by their precisian eye<\/p>\n

And made a figurante in the cosmic
\ndance:<\/p>\n

Its free caprice they bound by rhythmic laws<\/p>\n

And compelled to accept its posture and its line<\/p>\n

In the wizardry of an ordered universe.<\/p>\n

The All-containing was contained in form,<\/p>\n

Oneness was carved into units measurable,<\/p>\n

The limitless built into a cosmic sum:<\/p>\n

Unending Space was beaten into a curve, <\/p>\n

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Indivisible Time into small minutes cut,<\/p>\n

The infinitesimal massed to keep secure<\/p>\n

The mystery of the Formless cast into form.<\/p>\n

Invincibly their craft devised for use<\/p>\n

The magic of sequent number and sign’s spell,<\/p>\n

Design’s miraculous potency was caught<\/p>\n

Laden with beauty and significance<\/p>\n

And by the determining mandate of their gaze<\/p>\n

Figure and quality equating joined<\/p>\n

In an inextricable identity.<\/p>\n

On each event they stamped its curves of law<\/p>\n

And its trust and charge of burdened circumstance;<\/p>\n

A free and divine incident no more<\/p>\n

At each moment willed, or adventure of the soul,
\nA line foreseen of an immutable plan,\n<\/p>\n

It lengthened a fate-bound mysterious chain,<\/p>\n

One step more in Necessity’s long march.<\/p>\n

A term was set for every eager Power<\/p>\n

Restraining its will to monopolise the world,<\/p>\n

A groove of bronze prescribed for force and act<\/p>\n

And shown to each moment its appointed place<\/p>\n

Forewilled inalterably in the spiral<\/p>\n

Huge Time-loop fugitive from eternity.<\/p>\n

Inevitable their thoughts like links of Fate<\/p>\n

Imposed on the leap and lightning race of mind<\/p>\n

And on the frail fortuitous flux of life<\/p>\n

And on the liberty of atomic things<\/p>\n

Immutable cause and adamant consequence.<\/p>\n

Idea gave up the plastic infinity<\/p>\n

To which it was born and now traced out instead<\/p>\n

Small separate steps of chain-work in a plot:<\/p>\n

Immortal once, now tied to birth and end,<\/p>\n

Torn from its immediacy of errorless sight,<\/p>\n

Knowledge was rebuilt from cells of inference<\/p>\n

Into a fixed body flasque and perishable;<\/p>\n

Thus bound it grew, but could not last and broke <\/p>\n

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And to a new thinking’s body left its place.<\/p>\n

A cage for the Infinite’s great-eyed seraphim Thoughts<\/p>\n

Was closed with a criss-cross of world-laws for bars<\/p>\n

And hedged into a curt horizon’s arc<\/p>\n

The irised vision of the Ineffable.<\/p>\n

A timeless Spirit was made the slave of the hours;<\/p>\n

The Unbound was cast into a prison of birth<\/p>\n

To make a world that Mind could grasp and rule.<\/p>\n

On an earth which looked towards a thousand suns,<\/p>\n

That the created might grow Nature’s lord<\/p>\n

And Matter’s depths be illumined with a soul<\/p>\n

They tied to date and norm and finite scope<\/p>\n

The million-mysteried movement of the One.<\/p>\n

    Above stood ranked a subtle archangel race<\/p>\n

With larger lids and looks that searched the unseen.<\/p>\n

A light of liberating
\nKnowledge shone<\/p>\n

Across the gulfs of silence in their eyes;<\/p>\n

They lived in the mind and knew truth from within;<\/p>\n

A sight withdrawn in the concentrated heart<\/p>\n

Could pierce behind the screen of Time’s results<\/p>\n

And the rigid cast and shape of visible things.<\/p>\n

All that escaped conception’s narrow noose<\/p>\n

Vision descried and gripped; their seeing thoughts<\/p>\n

Filled in the blanks left by the seeking sense.<\/p>\n

High architects of possibility<\/p>\n

And engineers of the impossible,<\/p>\n

Mathematicians of the infinitudes<\/p>\n

And theoricians of unknowable truths,<\/p>\n

They formulate enigma’s postulates<\/p>\n

And join the unknown to the apparent worlds.<\/p>\n

Acolytes they wait upon the timeless Power,<\/p>\n

The cycle of her works investigate;<\/p>\n

Passing her fence of wordless privacy<\/p>\n

Their mind could penetrate her occult mind<\/p>\n

And draw the diagram of her secret thoughts;<\/p>\n

They read the codes and ciphers she had sealed, <\/p>\n

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Copies they made of all her guarded plans,<\/p>\n

For every turn of her mysterious course<\/p>\n

Assigned a reason and unchanging rule.<\/p>\n

The Unseen grew visible to student eyes,<\/p>\n

Explained was the immense Inconscient’s scheme,<\/p>\n

Audacious lines were traced upon the Void;<\/p>\n

The Infinite was reduced to square and cube.<\/p>\n

Arranging symbol and significance,<\/p>\n

Tracing the curve of a transcendent Power,<\/p>\n

They framed the cabbala of the cosmic Law,<\/p>\n

The balancing line discovered of Life’s technique<\/p>\n

And structured her magic and her mystery.<\/p>\n

Imposing schemes of knowledge on the Vast<\/p>\n

They clamped to syllogisms of finite thought<\/p>\n

The free logic of an infinite
\nconsciousness,<\/p>\n

Grammared the hidden rhythms of Nature’s dance,<\/p>\n

Critiqued the plot of the drama of the worlds,<\/p>\n

Made figure and number a key to all that is:<\/p>\n

The psycho-analysis of cosmic Self<\/p>\n

Was traced, its secrets hunted down, and read<\/p>\n

The unknown pathology of the Unique.<\/p>\n

Assessed was the system of the probable,<\/p>\n

The hazard of fleeing possibilities,<\/p>\n

To account for the Actual’s unaccountable sum,<\/p>\n

Necessity’s logarithmic tables drawn,<\/p>\n

Cast into a scheme the triple act of the One.<\/p>\n

Unveiled, the abrupt invisible multitude<\/p>\n

Of forces whirling from the hands of Chance<\/p>\n

Seemed to obey some vast imperative:<\/p>\n

Their tangled motives worked out unity.<\/p>\n

A wisdom read their mind to themselves unknown,<\/p>\n

Their anarchy rammed into a formula<\/p>\n

And from their giant randomness of Force,<\/p>\n

Following the habit of their million paths,<\/p>\n

Distinguishing each faintest line and stroke<\/p>\n

Of a concealed unalterable design, <\/p>\n

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Out of the chaos of the Invisible’s moods<\/p>\n

Derived the calculus of Destiny.<\/p>\n

In its bright pride of universal lore<\/p>\n

Mind’s knowledge overtopped the Omniscient’s power:<\/p>\n

The Eternal’s winging eagle puissances<\/p>\n

Surprised in their untracked empyrean<\/p>\n

Stooped from their gyres to obey the beck of Thought:<\/p>\n

Each mysteried God forced to revealing form,<\/p>\n

Assigned his settled moves in Nature’s game,<\/p>\n

Zigzagged at the gesture of a chess-player Will<\/p>\n

Across the chequer-board of cosmic Fate.<\/p>\n

In the wide sequence of Necessity’s steps<\/p>\n

Predicted, every act and thought of God,<\/p>\n

Its values weighed by the accountant Mind,<\/p>\n

Checked in his mathematised omnipotence,<\/p>\n

Lost its divine aspect of miracle<\/p>\n

And was a figure in a cosmic sum.<\/p>\n

The mighty Mother’s whims and lightning moods<\/p>\n

Arisen from her all-wise unruled delight<\/p>\n

In the freedom of her sweet and passionate breast,<\/p>\n

Robbed of their wonder were chained to a cause and aim;<\/p>\n

An idol of bronze replaced her mystic shape<\/p>\n

That captures the movements of the cosmic vasts,<\/p>\n

In the sketch precise of an ideal face<\/p>\n

Forgotten was her eyelashes’ dream-print<\/p>\n

Carrying on their curve infinity’s dreams,<\/p>\n

Lost the alluring marvel of her eyes;<\/p>\n

The surging wave-throbs of her vast sea-heart<\/p>\n

They bound to a theorem of ordered beats:<\/p>\n

Her deep designs which from herself she had veiled<\/p>\n

Bowed self-revealed in their confessional.<\/p>\n

For the birth and death of the worlds they fixed a date,<\/p>\n

The diameter of Infinity was drawn,<\/p>\n

Measured the distant arc of the unseen heights<\/p>\n

And visualised the plumbless
\nviewless depths<\/p>\n

Till all seemed known that in all time could be. <\/p>\n

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All was coerced by number, name and form;<\/p>\n

Nothing was left untold, incalculable.<\/p>\n

Yet was their wisdom circled with a nought:<\/p>\n

Truths they could find and hold but not the one Truth:<\/p>\n

The Highest was to them unknowable.<\/p>\n

By knowing too much they missed the
\nWhole to be known:<\/p>\n

The fathomless heart of the world was left unguessed<\/p>\n

And the Transcendent kept its secrecy.<\/p>\n

In a sublimer and more daring soar<\/p>\n

To the wide summit of the triple stairs<\/p>\n

Bare steps climbed up like
\nglowing rocks of gold<\/p>\n

Burning their way to a pure absolute sky.<\/p>\n

August and few the sovereign Kings of Thought<\/p>\n

Have made of Space their wide all-seeing gaze<\/p>\n

Surveying the enormous work of Time:<\/p>\n

A breadth of all-containing
\nconsciousness<\/p>\n

Supported Being in a still embrace.<\/p>\n

Intercessors with a luminous Unseen,<\/p>\n

They capt in the long passage to the world<\/p>\n

The imperatives of the creator Self<\/p>\n

Obeyed by unknowing earth, by conscious heaven;<\/p>\n

Their thoughts are partners in its vast control.<\/p>\n

A great all-ruling Consciousness is there<\/p>\n

And Mind unwitting serves a higher Power;<\/p>\n

It is a channel, not the source of all.<\/p>\n

The cosmos is no accident in Time;<\/p>\n

There is a meaning in each play of Chance,<\/p>\n

There is a freedom in each face of Fate.<\/p>\n

A Wisdom knows and guides the mysteried world;<\/p>\n

A Truth-gaze shapes its beings and events;<\/p>\n

A Word self-born upon creation’s heights,<\/p>\n

Voice of the Eternal in the temporal spheres,<\/p>\n

Prophet of the seeings of the Absolute,<\/p>\n

Sows the Idea’s significance in Form<\/p>\n

And from that seed the growths of Time arise.<\/p>\n

On peaks beyond our ken the All-Wisdom sits: <\/p>\n

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A single and infallible look comes down,<\/p>\n

A silent touch from the supernal’s air<\/p>\n

Awakes to ignorant knowledge in its acts<\/p>\n

The secret power in the inconscient depths,<\/p>\n

Compelling the blinded Godhead to emerge,<\/p>\n

Determining Necessity’s
\nrude dance<\/p>\n

As she passes through the circuit of the hours<\/p>\n

And vanishes from the chase of finite eyes<\/p>\n

Down circling vistas of aeonic Time.<\/p>\n

The unseizable forces of the cosmic whirl<\/p>\n

Bear in their bacchant limbs the fixity<\/p>\n

Of an original foresight that is Fate.<\/p>\n

Even Nature’s ignorance is Truth’s instrument;<\/p>\n

Our struggling ego cannot change her course:<\/p>\n

Yet is it a conscious
\npower that moves in us<\/p>\n

And destiny the unrecognised child of Will.<\/p>\n

Infallibly by Truth’s directing gaze<\/p>\n

All creatures here their secret self disclose,<\/p>\n

Forced to become what in themselves they hide.<\/p>\n

For He who is grows manifest in the years<\/p>\n

And the slow Godhead shut within the cell<\/p>\n

Climbs from the plasm to immortality.<\/p>\n

But hidden, but denied to mortal grasp,<\/p>\n

Mystic, ineffable is the
\nSpirit’s truth,<\/p>\n

Unspoken, caught only by the
\nspirit’s eye.<\/p>\n

When naked of ego and mind it hears the Voice;<\/p>\n

It looks through light to ever greater light<\/p>\n

And sees Eternity ensphering Life.<\/p>\n

This greater Truth is foreign to our thoughts;<\/p>\n

Where a free Wisdom works, they seek for a rule;<\/p>\n

Or we only see a tripping game of Chance<\/p>\n

Or a labour in chains forced by bound Nature’s law,<\/p>\n

An absolutism of dumb unthinking Power.<\/p>\n

Audacious in their sense of God-born strength<\/p>\n

These dared to grasp with their thought Truth’s absolute;<\/p>\n

By an abstract purity of godless sight, <\/p>\n

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By a percept nude, intolerant of forms,<\/p>\n

They brought to Mind what Mind could never reach<\/p>\n

And hoped to conquer Truth’s supernal base.<\/p>\n

A stripped imperative of conceptual phrase<\/p>\n

Architectonic and inevitable<\/p>\n

Translated the Unthinkable into thought:<\/p>\n

A silver-winged fire of naked subtle sense,<\/p>\n

An ear of mind withdrawn from the outward’s rhymes<\/p>\n

Discovered the seed-sounds of the eternal Word,<\/p>\n

The rhythm and music heard that built the worlds,<\/p>\n

And seized in things the bodiless Will to be.<\/p>\n

The Illimitable they measured with number’s rods<\/p>\n

And traced the last formula of limited things,<\/p>\n

In transparent systems bodied termless truths,<\/p>\n

The Timeless made accountable to Time<\/p>\n

And valued the incommensurable Supreme.<\/p>\n

To park and hedge the ungrasped infinitudes<\/p>\n

They erected absolute walls of thought and speech<\/p>\n

And made a vacuum to hold the One.<\/p>\n

In their sight they drove towards an empty peak,<\/p>\n

A mighty space of cold and sunlit air.<\/p>\n

To unify their task, excluding life<\/p>\n

Which cannot bear the nakedness of the Vast,<\/p>\n

They made a cipher of a multitude,<\/p>\n

In negation found the meaning of the All<\/p>\n

And in nothingness the absolute positive.<\/p>\n

A single law simplessed the cosmic theme,<\/p>\n

Compressing Nature into a formula;<\/p>\n

Their titan labour made all knowledge one,<\/p>\n

A mental algebra of the Spirit’s ways,<\/p>\n

An abstract of the living Divinity.<\/p>\n

Here the mind’s wisdom stopped; it felt complete;<\/p>\n

For nothing more was
\nleft to think or know;<\/p>\n

In a spiritual zero it sat throned<\/p>\n

And took its vast silence for the Ineffable. <\/p>\n

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This was the play of the bright
\ngods of Thought.<\/p>\n

Attracting into time the timeless Light,<\/p>\n

Imprisoning eternity in the hours,<\/p>\n

This they have planned, to snare the feet of Truth<\/p>\n

In an aureate net of concept and of phrase<\/p>\n

And keep her captive for the thinker’s joy<\/p>\n

In his little world built of immortal dreams:<\/p>\n

There must she dwell mured in the human mind,<\/p>\n

An empress prisoner in her subject’s house,<\/p>\n

Adored and pure and still on his heart’s throne,<\/p>\n

His splendid property cherished and apart<\/p>\n

In the wall of silence of his secret muse,<\/p>\n

Immaculate in white virginity,<\/p>\n

The same for ever and for ever one,<\/p>\n

His worshipped changeless Goddess through all time.<\/p>\n

Or else, a faithful consort of his mind<\/p>\n

Assenting to his nature and his will,<\/p>\n

She sanctions and inspires his words and acts<\/p>\n

Prolonging their resonance through the listening ears,<\/p>\n

Companion and recorder of his march<\/p>\n

Crossing a brilliant tract of thought and life<\/p>\n

Carved out of the eternity of Time.<\/p>\n

A witness of his high triumphant star,<\/p>\n

Her godhead servitor to a crowned Idea,<\/p>\n

He shall dominate by her a prostrate world;<\/p>\n

A warrant for his deeds and his beliefs,<\/p>\n

She attests his right divine to lead and rule.<\/p>\n

Or as a lover clasps his one beloved,<\/p>\n

Godhead of his life’s worship and desire,<\/p>\n

Icon of his heart’s sole idolatry,<\/p>\n

She now is his and must live for him alone:<\/p>\n

She has invaded him with her sudden bliss,<\/p>\n

An exhaustless marvel in his happy grasp,<\/p>\n

An allurement, a caught ravishing miracle.<\/p>\n

Her now he claims after long rapt pursuit,<\/p>\n

The one joy of his body and his soul: <\/p>\n

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Inescapable is her divine appeal,<\/p>\n

Her immense possession an undying thrill,<\/p>\n

An intoxication and an ecstasy:<\/p>\n

The passion of her self-revealing moods,<\/p>\n

A heavenly glory and variety,<\/p>\n

Makes ever new her body to his eyes,<\/p>\n

Or else repeats the first enchantment’s touch,<\/p>\n

The luminous rapture of her mystic breasts<\/p>\n

And beautiful vibrant limbs a living field<\/p>\n

Of throbbing new discovery without end.<\/p>\n

A new beginning flowers in word and laugh,<\/p>\n

A new charm brings back the old extreme delight:<\/p>\n

He is lost in her, she is his heaven here.<\/p>\n

Truth smiled upon the gracious golden game.<\/p>\n

Out of her hushed eternal spaces leaned<\/p>\n

The great and boundless Goddess feigned to yield<\/p>\n

The sunlit sweetness of her secrecies.<\/p>\n

Incarnating her beauty in his clasp<\/p>\n

She gave for a brief kiss her immortal lips<\/p>\n

And drew to her bosom one glorified mortal head:<\/p>\n

She made earth her home, for whom heaven was too small.<\/p>\n

In a human breast her occult presence lived;<\/p>\n

He carved from his own self his figure of her:<\/p>\n

She shaped her body to a mind’s embrace.<\/p>\n

Into thought’s narrow limits she has come;<\/p>\n

Her greatness she has suffered to be pressed<\/p>\n

Into the little cabin of the Idea,<\/p>\n

The closed room of a lonely thinker’s grasp:<\/p>\n

She has lowered her heights to the stature of our souls<\/p>\n

And dazzled our lids with her celestial gaze.<\/p>\n

Thus each is satisfied with his high gain<\/p>\n

And thinks himself beyond mortality blest,<\/p>\n

A king of truth upon his separate throne.<\/p>\n

To her possessor in the field of Time<\/p>\n

A single splendour caught from her glory seems<\/p>\n

The one true light, her beauty’s glowing whole. <\/p>\n

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But thought nor word can seize eternal Truth:<\/p>\n

The whole world lives in a lonely ray of her sun.<\/p>\n

In our thinking’s close and narrow lamp-lit house<\/p>\n

The vanity of our shut mortal mind<\/p>\n

Dreams that the chains of thought have made her ours;<\/p>\n

But only we play with our own brilliant bonds;<\/p>\n

Tying her down, it is ourselves we tie.<\/p>\n

In our hypnosis by one luminous point<\/p>\n

We see not what small figure of her we hold;<\/p>\n

We feel not her inspiring boundlessness,<\/p>\n

We share not her immortal liberty.<\/p>\n

Thus is it even with the seer and sage;<\/p>\n

For still the human limits the divine:<\/p>\n

Out of our thoughts we must leap up to sight,<\/p>\n

Breathe her divine illimitable air,<\/p>\n

Her simple vast supremacy confess,<\/p>\n

Dare to surrender to her absolute.<\/p>\n

Then the Unmanifest reflects his form<\/p>\n

In the still mind as in a living glass;<\/p>\n

The timeless Ray descends into our hearts<\/p>\n

And we are rapt into eternity.<\/p>\n

For Truth is wider, greater than her forms.<\/p>\n

A thousand icons they have made of her<\/p>\n

And find her in the idols they adore;<\/p>\n

But she remains herself and infinite.<\/p>\n

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End of Canto Eleven <\/p>\n

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