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      His is the vision and the prophecy:

      Imagist casting the formless into shape,

      Traveller and hewer of the unseen paths,

      He is the carrier of the hidden fire,

      He is the voice of the Ineffable,

      He is the invisible hunter of the light,

      The Angel of mysterious ecstasies,

      The conqueror of the kingdoms of the soul.

      A third spirit stood behind, their hidden cause,

      A mass of superconscience closed in light,

      Creator of things in his all-knowing sleep.

      All from his stillness came as grows a tree;

      He is our seed and core, our head and base.

      All light is but a flash from his closed eyes:

      An all-wise Truth is mystic in his heart,

      The omniscient Ray is shut behind his lids:

      He is the Wisdom that comes not by thought,

      His wordless silence brings the immortal word.

      He sleeps in the atom and the burning star,

      He sleeps in man and god and beast and stone:

      Because he is there the Inconscient does its work,

      Because he is there the world forgets to die.

      He is the centre of the circle of God,

      He the circumference of Nature’s run.

      His slumber is an Almightiness in things,

      Awake, he is the Eternal and Supreme.

      Above was the brooding bliss of the Infinite,

      Its omniscient and omnipotent repose,

      Its immobile silence absolute and alone.

      All powers were woven in countless concords here.

      The bliss that made the world in his body lived,

      Love and delight were the head of the sweet form.

      In the alluring meshes of their snare

      Recaptured, the proud blissful members held

      All joys outrunners of the panting heart

      And fugitive from life’s outstripped desire.

      Whatever vision has escaped the eye,

      Whatever happiness comes in dream and trance,

      The nectar spilled by love with trembling hands,

      The joy the cup of Nature cannot hold,

      Had crowded to the beauty of his face,

      Were waiting in the honey of his laugh.

      Things hidden by the silence of the hours,

      The ideas that find no voice on living lips,

      The soul’s pregnant meeting with infinity

      Had come to birth in him and taken fire:

      The secret whisper of the flower and star

      Revealed its meaning in his fathomless look.

      His lips curved eloquent like a rose of dawn;

      His smile that played with the wonder of the mind

      And stayed in the heart when it had left his mouth

      Glimmered with the radiance of the morning star

      Gemming the wide discovery of heaven.

      His gaze was the regard of eternity;

      The spirit of its sweet and calm intent

      Was a wise home of gladness and divulged

      The light of the ages in the mirth of the hours,

      A sun of wisdom in a miracled grove.

      In the orchestral largeness of his mind

      All contrary seekings their close kinship knew,

      Rich-hearted, wonderful to each other met

      In the mutual marvelling of their myriad notes

      And dwelt like brothers of one family

      Who had found their common and mysterious home.

      As from the harp of some ecstatic god

      There springs a harmony of lyric bliss

      Striving to leave no heavenly joy unsung,

      Such was the life in that embodied Light.

      He seemed the wideness of a boundless sky,

      He seemed the passion of a sorrowless earth,

      He seemed the burning of a world-wide sun.

      Two looked upon each other, Soul saw Soul.

      Then like an anthem from the heart’s lucent cave

      A voice soared up whose magic sound could turn

      The poignant weeping of the earth to sobs

      Of rapture and her cry to spirit song.

      “O human image of the deathless word,

      How hast thou seen beyond the topaz walls

      The gleaming sisters of the divine gate,

      Summoned the genii of their wakeful sleep,

      And under revelation’s arches forced

      The carved thought-shrouded doors to swing apart,

      Unlocked the avenues of spiritual sight

      And taught the entries of a heavenlier state

      To thy rapt soul that bore the golden key?

      In thee the secret sight man’s blindness missed

      Has opened its view past Time, my chariot-course,

      And death, my tunnel which I drive through life

      To reach my unseen distances of bliss.

      I am the hushed search of the jealous gods

      Pursuing my wisdom’s vast mysterious work

      Seized in the thousand meeting ways of heaven.

      I am the beauty of the unveiled ray

      Drawing through the deep roads of the infinite night

      The unconquerable pilgrim soul of earth

      Beneath the flaring torches of the stars.

      I am the inviolable Ecstasy;

      They who have looked on me, shall grieve no more.

      The eyes that live in night shall see my form.

      On the pale shores of foaming steely straits

      That flow beneath a grey tormented sky,

      Two powers from one original ecstasy born

      Pace near but parted in the life of man;

      One leans to earth, the other yearns to the skies:

      Heaven in its rapture dreams of perfect earth,

      Earth in its sorrow dreams of perfect heaven.

      The two longing to join, yet walk apart,

      Idly divided by their vain conceits;

      They are kept from their oneness by enchanted fears;

      Sundered mysteriously by miles of thought,

      They

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