The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

88 XXXIV Sir PALaMEDE the Saracen Hath hid him in an hermit’s cell Upon an island in the fen Of that lone land where Druids dwell. There came an eagle from the height And bade him mount. From dale to dell They sank and soared. Last to the light Of the great sun himself they flew, Piercing the borders of the night, Passing the irremeable blue. Far into space beyond the stars At last they came. And there he knew All the blind reasonable bars Broken, and all the emotions stilled, And all the stains and all the scars Left him; so like a child he thrilled With utmost knowledge; all his soul, With perfect sense and sight fulfilled,