From this my voluntary pain,
My dread initiation, long
Desired and long deferred? The Master—
Ts he the secret of the song,
Portent of triumph or disaster
The night wind breathes upon the air
Still shimmering from the fearful heat?
Can I still trust who have learned to dare?
All others I have known effete,
Bid them await. Who knows to-day
The purpose of the dread essay?
Surely I, earlier, further fared!
I knew the deed that closes clay,
Division’s sword by sense unbared,
A living lie. The deep delusion!
Dividuality—confusion !
These I unmasked of yore. - To-day
The hideous blue, the hideous gold
Of sky and sand their wrath unrolled,
Their agony and hate proclaimed.
. Is it that night shall kiss to peace
The furious carnival that flamed
Its ruinous ardour from the sun?
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