Collected Works (Vol. I)

THE IOLY OF HOLIES i) — om) Nature is one with my distress. The flowers are dull, the stars pale. I am the Soul of Nothingness. I cannot lift the golden veil. O Mother Isis,! let thine cyes Behold my grief, and sympathise ! are I cannot round the perfect wheel, Attain not to the fuller end. In part I love, in part I feel, IKnow, worship, will, and comprehend. O Mother Nephthys,* fill me up Thine own perfection’s deadly cup! My aspiration quails within me ; ‘* My heart is fixed,” in vain I ery ; The little loves and whispers win me :— + 39 ** Eli, lama sabacthani ! 1 Nature: the beginning. 2 Perfection: the end. ‘© Chomse,! moon-god, grant thy boon, The silver pathway of the moon ! Beyond the Glory of the Dawn, Beyond the Splendour of the Sun, Thy secret Spirit is withdrawn, The plumes of the Concealed One. Amoun !7 upon the Cross I cry, ‘*T am Osiris, even I!” O Thou! the All, the many-named, The One in many manifest: ' Let not my spirit be ashamed, But win to its eternal rest! Thou Self from Nothing ! bring Thou me Unto that Self which is in Thee ! AMEN. 1 See previous explaniations of moon-symbol- ism), 2 The Supreme and Concealed One. Osiris, justified by trial, purified through suffering, /can at the moment of his crucifixion—which is -also his equilibration—attain to him. THE EPILOGUE IS SILENCE