THE GARDEN OF JANUS 
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And that which inward did for ever tend 
 Came at the last to have come out ;   
And I who had the World and God to friend 
 Found all three foes !   
Drowned in that sea of changes, vacancies, and woes !   
 
XXI 
 
Yet all that Sea was swallowed up therein ;   
 So they were not, and it was not. 
As who should sweat his soul out through the skin 
 And find (sad fool !) he had begot 
All that without him that he had left in 
 And in himself 
All he had taken out thereof, a mocking elf !   
 
XXII 
 
But now that all was gone, great Pan appeared. 
 Him then I strove to woo, to win 
Kissing his curled lips, playing with his beard, 
 Setting his brain a-shake, a-spin, 
By that strong wand, and muttering of the weird 
 That only I 
Knew of all souls alive or dead beneath the sky. 
 
XXIII 
 
So still I conquered, and the vision passed. 
 Yet still was beaten for I knew 
Myself was He, Himself, the first and last ;   
 And as an unicorn drinks dew