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Enough! when all is ended, when The poppied pleasure purples pain— Death—shall I laugh or smile? Amen! I'll wake, one last fond cup to drain, And then—to sleep again, to sleep again! 67
THE STUMBLING-BLOCK. I ALMOST wonder if I ought To hymn this height of human pain: To enter into Jones’s thought I’d have to work with Jones’s brain. Terrestrial speech is wholly vain To carry meaning as it ought :— To enter into Jones’s thought I'd have to work with Jones’s brain. This is the High God’s cruel sport: To enter into Jones’s thought And make its inner meaning plain, I’d have to work with Jones’s brain. 3o0
…cing all, keep naught enshrined A lurking serpent in the mind, Deem not to catch some goodlier gain Than these; the goodliest prize were pain. Know that the utmost heaven is void Of aught save star or asteroid! Or, an it please thee, idly dream A God therein, a force supreme, 47
IMMORTALITY. I. I MOVED. Remote from fear and pain The white worms revelled in my brain. Who travelled live may travel dead; The soul’s no tenant of the head. They had hanged my body by the neck; Bang went the trap. A little speck Shot idly upon consciousness Unconscious of the head’s distress When with dropped jaw the body swung So queer and limp; the purple tongue Shooting out swollen and awry. Men cheered to see the poisoner die. Not he! He grinned one visible grin, The last; then, muffled in his sin, IIe lived and moved unseen of those Nude…
Let there be scenes of blood and pain, Some Slav beneath the Cossack knout, Some mother ripped, some baby slain, Let lust move silently about :— Soft laughter hid in all, song whispering out! Then let these things of form decay, Some subtler dream dissolve their form, As I have seen a cloudlet lay Its forehead on the sea, and pray Some idle prayer to sunset, or the storm ! Yea! as a cloud in worship-trance Swoons in invisible delight, Let slave and king, let death and dance Shake off their forms, and clothe their light In shrouds of sepulchre, …
… fool are not myself. To nothing turn! To nothing look! Then, then !—discern Nothing, that one may one remain. So I am paid the horrible pain That these my brothers ordered me. I look upon their brows—I see Signs many and deep of torture past; A star, yon star, true peace at last. (There approach an aged man, riding upon an ass, with a led ass, and a Nubian servant.) The Adept. In the name of God, the One, the Great, Merciful and compassionate, Acclaim the perfect period Of ordeal past ! The Neophyte. There is no God! A. Rise! in the name of ob…
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 …
…t Will be content from flesh released. But he who strives to be a beast Or strives to be a god; would gain Long bliss for a few hours of pain, Or struggles for no matter what, Continues. I would rather not. Vv. That puzzle’s grief I did not share Because on earth I did not care. I met a grave philosopher— Had sought most nobly not to err Probing God’s Nature. See his lobes Swell with hell’s torment! Still he probes 103
…e West ! A. Nay: Buddha smiles; ’twas Jesus wept! Arise, O brother and adept! XN. Master! A. The torture-hours are past. V. The peace of pain is mine at last. 28
… A. These stars thou seest Are but the figuring of thy brain. NV. Then of all things the soul were freest 4. Move then the centre of thy pain! XN. *Tis done. A. A trick to cheat a child. NV. It is the truth that I am naught. Hear what I have gathered in the wild, Flowers of imperishable thought With glory and with rapture clothed. This being, thinking, loved or loathed, 26