ADVICE OF A LETTER 
 
THE Wingèd Bull that dwellèd in the north 
Hath flown into the West, and uttered forth 
His thunders in the Mountains.  He shall come 
Where blooms the sempiterne chrysanthemum. 
The wingèd Lion, that wrought dire amaze 
In the Dark Place, where Light was, did his ways 
Take fiery to enkindle a new flame : 
The Eagle of the High Lands yet that came 
By the red sunset to an eastern sky 
Shall plume himself and gather him and fly 
Even as a Man that rideth on a Beast 
Trained, to the Golden Dawn-sky of the East. 
Therefore his word shall seek the Ivory Isle 
By double winds and by the double Style, 
Twin doorways of the Sunset and the Dawn. 
And thou who tak’st it, shall be subtly drawn 
Into strange vigils, and shalt surely see 
The ancient form and memory of me, 
Nor me distinct, but shining with that Light 
Wherein the Sphinx and Pyramid unite. 
 
[With a letter to Ceylon, sent from Mexico in duplicate for 
certainty by way both of England and Japan.] 
 
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