Oracles

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.] I04