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THE GARDEN OF JANUS 
 
 
Broke in that space and wrapped it in a robe 
 Of glory ;  of how One most white 
Withdrew that Whole, and hid it in the lobe 
 Of his right Ear, 
So that the Universe one dewdrop did appear. 
 
XI 
 
Yea !  and the end revealed a word, a spell, 
 An incantation, a device 
Whereby the Eye of the Most Terrible 
 Wakes from Its wilderness of ice 
To flame, whereby the very core of hell 
 Bursts from its rind, 
Sweeping the world away into the blank of mind. 
 
XII 
 
So then I saw my fault ;  I plunged within 
 The well, and brake the images 
That I had made, as I must make—Men spin 
 The webs that snare them—while the knees 
Bend to the tyrant God, or unto Sin 
 The lecher sunder !   
Ah !  came that undulant light from over or from under ?   
 
XIII 
 
It matters not.  Come, change !  Come, woe! Come,  
mask !   
 Drive Light, Life, Love into the deep !   
In vain we labour at the loathsome task 
 Not knowing if we wake or sleep ;