Oracles

98 ASSUMPTA CANIDIA Hopeless, forgetting even to aspire Unto that Wisdom ; miserably dumb ; Waiting for the Impossible to come, Whether in mercy or damnation dire— I who have been all Beauty and all Power !— This is thine hour, Apollyon, thine Hour ! I, who have twice beheld the awful throne ; And, as it were the vision of a glass, Beheld the Mist be born thereon, and pass ; I, who have stood upon the four-square stone ! I, who have twice been One—! Woe, woe is me ! Lost, lost, upon the lifeless, deathless plane, The desert desolate, the air inane ; Fallen, O fallen to eternity ! I, who have looked upon the Lord of Light ; I, I am Nothing, and dissolved in Night ! (THE SPIRIT OF GOD, DESCENDING, ASSUMETH HER INTO THE GLORY OF GOD.)