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Page 1 of 11939 · PDF PAGE 11
…d I have the Will to create. Vast is the sphere, but it turns on itself like the prettiest star, And I am the looby that learns that all things equally are. Inscrutable Nothing, the Gods, the cosmos of Fire and of Mist. Suns, atoms, the clouds and the clods ineluctable dare to exit I have made the Voyage of Thought, the Voyage of Vision, I swam To the heart of the Ocean of Naught from the source of the Spring of I Am: I know myself wholly the brother alike of the All and the One; I know that all things are each other, that their sum and their …
1939 · PDF PAGE 7
…he slaves who would have them endure. But Thou and Thy masks are but one, Thy corruption the Essence of Thee, It is all of the nature of things, their virtue whereby they may be. So therefore I hail Thee divine, All-one with the substance of Truth; Mine age holds thee naked, the hem of whose garment bewildered my youth. My soul being thus with thy soul, shall not soul win at last to the wit That its changeless perfection is death, itself the assassin of it? Love under will is the law; all that exists, from the dust To the Gods, is but jetsam of…
1939 · PDF PAGE 10
…ST. For MARGOTE Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, the abode of ineffable things, Quintessence of joy and of strength, that, abolishing future and past, Makst the Present an infinite length, my soul all-One with the Vast, The Lone, the Unnamable God, that is ice of His measureless cold, Without being or form or abode, without motion or matter, the fold Where the shepherded Universe sleeps, with nor sense nor delusion nor dream, No spirit that wantons or weeps, no thought in its sil…
1939 · PDF PAGE 6
…med; For the soul in itself is division, is separate, worse that its wings Were fledged of the essence of truth at the evil beginning of things, When the All broke its peace with the thought of itself, and the schism began That ended in chaos of crime, in the crazy catastrophe, man. The soul is no ghost to conjure with the spell of: Illusion, begone! It is true, and hath might to endure, unassailable, travelling on, None hinders, commands or deflects; none alters its course by a jot; Space cannot constrain it, and time the waster erodeth it n…