Even as the holy Rathat travelleth
Within his bark upon the firmament,
Looking with fire-keen evvs on life and death
In simple state and cardinal content :
Even as the holy hawk that towers sublime
Into the great abyss, with icy gaze
Fronting the calm immensities of time
And making space to shudder; so I praise
With infinite contempt the joyous world
That I have figured in this brain of mine.
The sails of this life’s argosy are furled;
The anchor drops in those abodes divine.
Master of self and God, freewill and Fate.
[ am alone — at last — to meditate,