A VISION OF LIFE

I sat brewing awhile, one even’s close,Life’s Destiny and Purpose. In the grateA flickering fire shone,Withered and wan,Dishevelled as a hectic Autumn rose.So, as I sate,With elfish toe leaping the shrinking embersA spiritous Presence passed, and on my thoughtVisions of faded days, paled friendships, dreamsOf rapturous Mays smitten to drear Decembers,In evanescent postures wroughtFrom forth the flickering gleams.So death-still ranged the Night athwart the gloomIcy and cavernous, that the embers’ tuneSpake sharp and sudden, chasing the shade and flameIn elfish gambol round the sombre room.So stepped the Night’s high noon;While Time, steady of sinew and of browImplacable, upwound upon its spoolThe fitful hours of innocence and shame.Nor solitary, Night in its high rule,Reigned, for from forth the frosty bowersDeft messengers of airy fashion cameThe rude Earth to endowWith heavenly mysteries of flowers.So sat I, and my mood grew calm and still:Irk fretted away; care, soilure, and distress,The smutch of strife, at the gaunt Night’s caressUnruffled into lofty peace. A willIneffable, previsionary, swelledMy thought to something of a twilit mood.Earth faded awhile; the frame of sensible thingsObliviously smote my sensitive touch;The populous warm walls, the grate that heldAshes and smoulderings,The frore behoof, and all of fashion such,Transmuted were unto the larger scopeOf visionary aspect. Thus on wingsOf guideless flight, and thought I fain would cope,A Vision fared on me whate’er I would.Then seemed the twilight heavy with filmy glows:Forth from before my sight two several waysIn opposite invitation rose,Oweing no kith, diverse of hue as aim.Darkling the Right ran, thro’ a drear amazeCraggy and barren, fulfilled of sloughs and mire;Most straitly was it limned, and oft each sideFell sheer to plumbless horror steep, that sweptSpaceless, in ebon vastiness awide.Surmounted it thus dizzily; o’erleaptFell chasms perilously athwart; abysms gaunt,Remorseless bracken tarns, the desert’s haunt,Each slippery spiss and slough, it overcame,Winding and wending ever higher and higherTortuous yet steady-sure.Even so, despite I could not seeAught goal, withal its callow brow to dauntThe hazardous soul, it bore a subtle lureTouching the deepest founts of high desire.Stretched on my Left, thus did it seem to me,Broadly a rich demesne lay, liberalAnd affluent, in spacious festivalArrayed. Mirth and the wealth of songSwelled thro’ its gaily caparisoned cope,Whose portals swung wide ope—Falling upon my ears in ribaldryAnd merry laughter lewd:Nowhither led it seemingly; soft and strongGiddily sprang its mirth and ultimate hope.Yet scarce could I resolve it, for its airQuivered and scintillated glamours dense,A palpable mist of golden vapour, whence,On my amazing sight, there flitted nudeThe flash of forms voluptuous and rare,Whose ruby lips soft ruddy juices woo’d.Pondering I hovered; each the several waysTouched its responsive motion: this, that woundWhither I knew not, travail amid and stain,Awoke the fount of thought; that, the sheer gainOf liberal ecstasy, of flowing daysAnd nightless hours forgetful, bound aroundOf irkless ease: this spake Olympus found,Endeavour’s glowing thew, Achievement high;That struck all blood to fever, till I fainHad slipped the leash. Perplexedly sat I.Then from the mirth and ribaldry outsteptBeauty her very self: Of motion free,In grace voluptuous she swam on me,Her pursed lips murmurous of a mellow strain.Soft as the stars at evenfallSmiled her rare eyes from forth the shimmering airHanging about her yet—her veriest pall,Save that an all-exuberant tide of hairEntwound her soft and sensuous flesh. So sweptShe, gracious; I her other-heedless thane.Rare love, mellow voluptuous love,Shone from her wondrous eyes, fell from her tongueMelodious, dwelt on the delicate bloomOf her seductive limbs: munificenceOf love rioted in her wayward hairFalling heedlessly, and clungEcstatic in the tremulous air’s perfume.Visionary I gazed; my mutinous blood,Each drop particularly fraught with soComplete an ecstasy, coursed thro’ my senseWith populous colloquy, pouring a vast floodOf dizzy whispers on my ears awhile.Invitingly oped she her arms; a smileBroke her soft lips; then, rapturously and low,Fluted this murmurous music thro’ the air,In woven assonances, liquid measures,Her blissful syllables spelling the pleasuresHer wares that were.“Sweet, come with me; learn out my rare requite!Sweet, come to me, so shall I be to theeA passionate delight!Let us enwrap us in the robes of Pleasure;Owe no confining marge, but full and freeHold Love’s exultant measure.Claim lordship on these lips; make this embraceOf strenuous limbs thine to the tilth of days;The exquisitry of this face,If so to thee, scan with thine eager eyes:Flash linking flash, all in a wondering gaze,Twin in our ecstasies.The fragrant largess of this liberal hairShall twine us twain about as we shall twineHid in Love’s secret lair;Or mantle down thy shoulder as I layThis peach-soft bloom of loveliness on thineAnd Love’s low message say.Then come to me; yea, let me be to theeLove’s veriest scope of all; in these soft eyesSpell thine Eternity.Ah, wherefore hesitant hang? These plenteous hallsHunger for thee, as I, with full surmise:Lords be we all, not thralls!”So ceased she: flashing from her challenging eyesArch invitations, boldly coy. The air,Loth to let slip such bliss,Clung to its echoing whispers, murmurous-wise,In passionate ecstasy. And yet, howe’erEach swollen vein of mine with knotted strainStood high, content for one celestial kissTo cheapen Life and Thought, a distant painFettered me with disturbed uncertainty.Hesitant I glanced away; held of a doubt;Tost ’twixt passion and fear: tentativelyMy eye shot roundabout,Each freighting all my venture on a thought.Then from the silvery glooms, a wizardry, fraughtWith an imperative touch, fell on my soul,Drawing all my thought thither with harsh control.So, as I glowered upon its portals, wan,Gaunt, lofty, lifting up a parlous heightOf shadowy phantasy, before its brinkPalely the air shivered, and its atoms shonePregnant with waking light.Unknowing what its purport, what to thinkScarce dared I hazard—gazing, smote to trance,Riveted there with every thought and glance.The pallid atoms, hither-thither mazed,Smitten with iridescent rigours, shapedAs to an outline—gaunt and leanly drapedWith flowing vesture, bony arms upraisedTalon-befingered. Its Visage all was wan,Harrowed and sexless, like some skeletonDraped o’er with lifeless skin. Its Brow, or whatSeemed like to Brow, hungered the heavy skies.Its glittering eyesGleamed coldly in great orbs. ’Twas steely-lipped.Its Trunk, Its ruinous Midst—oh, tell it not!Most like ’twas to a livid dream forgot,And waked to horror at fell Memory’s whims!A sweaty Terror sat upon my limbs;My natural Fell awoke to life, and stoodErect with palpable horror; and all my bloodCrowded its mart of motion, fear-begot,Thither to escape. Then from the Phantom chillUpon the palpitant air these measures drippedIn numbers ill.“Mortal, be not deceived!Despise these cloying measures, they are false!Withhold imagination from the callsOf sensuous privilege. Straightway be cleavedThence, and away! And hearken now to me.Heed these rare strictures! Prize not thy frail self:Strive for a larger Weal; FelicityFoots only thus. Perplex thy brain for Man,And his complacent peace: eschew the pelfOf isolate happiness; so shall thy spanCompound the highest achievement. ManaclesSpell subtler bliss than liberty; in soothAre veriest liberty; yet if not so,Thine the dear joy of conning out the cellsOf worthier constraint. Scan virtuous Truth;Search out her compeers with a quickening throeOf ecstasied thought. Love Justice. Knowledge sueAnd track, following on tho’ dark disruthDog all thy painful way. Think nobly true;Compassionately soothe the sick of soul,Life’s troubled children. Learn a high control,And abdicate thyself, Love’s grace to woo.Let Equity thine equal fingers turnOn low and lofty, sleek and lean alike,Achievement’s sons and whoso hungering yearn:Discriminate not ’twixt, for all are oneAnd indivisible. Base passions shunAnd flee: strike not at all; yet if thou strike,Strike for the high and meritorious claim,As thou may’st judge: let not thy wrathAbide the twilight fall; nor let thy shameOf liverous passions issue forthOn days that step not yet, sullying thy thoughtAnd others’ peace—weightier these than thine!Be kind, be true, be sweet, to all and aught.Ponder these principles; deep at thy soulWill commendation leap in greeting; lo,Even now bestirs thy thought. Arise, divineLife as a loftier scrollTo trace thy character on, come weal or woe.Passion is soon be-charred; but elevate thoughtStrews an increasing largess. Turn asideYon ruddy Whore mellisonant; malignShe and her subtle craft are, howsoe’erDeceit encompasses her feverous lair.This thy true lot of life, withal ’tis fraughtWith hardihood and hazard so: abideIts mandate to thee, tread it dauntlessly.’Tis its abundant recompense; and a courtAll-continent. As is my tongue alliedWith thy quick thought, so hearken thou to me,Fearful of nought!”Joint with its utterance so,Twisting, It thrust Its talon fingers thro’The misty portals, spare and gaunt. BelowFearfully sat I then, tho’ less of fearShook o’er my limbs; for thought had spurned the soil,Touched by the words, and broken on my earA callow incongruity betwixtThe lips that uttered what the words did woo.The pale air drank the silence, as the coilOf tortuous precepts ceased. Then, intermixt,Dizzy, as was each thought and riotous sense,There unwound thenceVivid upon my soul this nucleus clear:So forth I uttered:—“Tell, tell me thy Name!Who art thou that so bidd’st me? Whence thy claim:Wherefrom derives it? Whither its purport high?Art thou thine own? If so, declare me nowWhat rare enfranchisement shall bondage plyAt thy behest? Else, forth produce thy script;Unwind thy high commission, whereto bowPerforce I need, heedless of pleasures clipt,Or purple rapture, on yon path awryTo attempt a hazardous snare!”Toward me then turned It; and with baneful stareStruck chill my mood defiant. Irked with thought,Fear, and the lees of passion, sat I thus;While the dim Spectre touched Its answer, wroughtIcily dolorous.“I am Duty: ISway all the lot of man. His tentative lifeSteps subtly to my measures; in fine deedIs my attenuate speech:—at very strifeHis tongue invokes mine arm. I ratifyHis hesitant counsels, troublous thoughts, with thrallAnd edict; or annul his querulous creed.Evanishment were very loss of all:It would evacuate the World of whatCoheres its several elements; social peace,Concord and Amity, the common lotOf neighbourly calm, would rot and palter. CeaseRebellious queries; heed my formulate call:Strip to it, and proceed!”Then borne upon a breathMelodious, swept a wonder-wealth of songVivifying all the air. Again my bloodIt wrought to populous utterance, hot as strongIn riotous desire. Were it to Death,My passion mouthed no bit, but in a floodTumultuous had swept me on its wideRevelry high, out to the perilous MainLawless as limnless, save that the Spectral BaneFettered me helpless. So once moreMy tongue uprose: “Show me thy script!” I cried,Poised ’twixt the blushing ecstasy, and the froreSpectre of ruinous side.“What is’t to me, this social affluence,The agglomerate frame of peace, when ecstasyRaps loudly at my soul? What gain hast thou?Yon dismal gloom, barren and dim and chill,Say, what felicityCommensurate with this Lady’s exquisite senseBestows it? Utter thy delightful fillAlternate for my choice; hereafter, now,Or how thou wilt! Yet if not so, declareThy dread commission, bounden upon my soul!Expound me aught for iridescent goalWhereto this region stretches! Do I fall,Pale Ogre, how shall large omnipotenceBrace thy lean thew? Oh, speak! I conjure thee, speak!If on a bleakPerilous pivot swung; if in the abyssOf Failure clutched, while subtle whispers hissSinuous about me—say, what benison fairAwakes to comfort from thy callow thrall?If Ill and Sorrow rearSpectral athwart my eyes, and this hued cheekFall ashen like thine own, what then thy cheer,Grim Apparition? what thy comfort then,Dim Spectre? Hold tho’; have enough of this!Fearless I ask again,Art uttered of another; or art weak,Continent in thyself? Comest thou with blissFor largess? Else, declare thy peerless script,Disclose thy high commission, Ogre blear,Thou talon-fingered Horror, steely-lipped!”Doubtfully ceased I: wound amid my frameRaged complicated elements. Aerial thoughtOn metaphysic pinion soared aloft;While tremulous passion struck my blood, and wroughtSensual within me, fell and subtly soft.Fear, anger, scorn and doubt, in complex claimTost all disorderly. Yet most to cleaveDecision knew I then, whate’er might be,Out from the tangled elements. So I turnedWhither the Shape let fall Its jaw to weaveIts chill articulation passionlessly.Ill-eeriely fell Its speech, as tho’ It spurnedLife’s various intonation, to answer meWhat in high mien I sought.“Mortal, not mineScripts to declare; neither attorneys highTo sate thy heart wherewith. My voice proceedsSwift to thy nobler self. Didst thou applyReason thereto, or thought deliberative,What hesitancy were there? Loftier than creedsIs my transcendent Word; that yet doth twineRooted amid thy need. They that supineWallow in fell lasciviousness, are brutesTrivial, corporeal; their weary bliss,Blinding their very selves, I say, despise:Esteem not that they misesteem. Rare fruits,Self-generative, of elevate thought, and mindDelicately poised, I proffer thee. Be wise;Set up on high thy pleasure: so to liveWere to be quit of chance.—That thou amissShouldst cast thy fluttering days were piteous-blind,Seeing they are all, and veriest all: fulfilThy days, then, with a high felicity.Too soon shall Death sweep up thy militant will;And bind thee in the dark. Yet heed thou this:Tho’ thou snuff out; a thing that was; yet still,The texture of thy thought, the workmanshipOf hand or utterant lip,Thy heart’s aroma, personalityIn sooth, shall flourish yet, for good or ill,Upon the broad Earth’s face. So take my voice,And, knowing it true, utterly cast thy choice!I am thine Ultimate Good, Supreme, and Free,Nothing above me in the wide Universe.”Then from my lips broke there a bitter curse.Glib the words struck with subtle ironyTraverse athwart my hope. Vivid and strongMy thought had stood dilate, passionatelyGrappling amid the eternal verities,Touched to it by the conflict; and seemed nowClutching the air. A whelming sense of wrongFlushed all my mood. As one who seesAll things, and nothing clearly, fearless of browI shook my answer free.“My nobler Self!Mine ultimate Good! Trickster with subtle speech!What nobler self have I, what high, what low,Contradistinguished, save what thou wouldst teachArbitrary of choice? What ultimate good,But as my heart dictates, throbbing to knowThe exquisite peak of pleasure, if the deepSwallow me utterly up? But what I wouldThat should I, if thou art the ultimate All,And I no more than this! Thou Thing unkempt,Pallid of tongue and hue, so wouldst thou temptMy feet from blushful sweets aside? So charmMy hazardous soul to climbYon dizzy pinnacle, that hath no primeNor cause of being, with this riotous balm,—To sweat, to stint, to travail, and to fallSheer out of time in night. Begone, thou Gloom!Away, thou Shape of ill! Come when the tomb,’Twixt this and that omnipotent timeEach tottering moment shall be packed with twiceIts fraught of pleasures; or come surfeit, to illumeThe shadow of joy, shall every rare deviceRivet the transient hour. Tread yon dread way?Nay, that I will not! Unto thee I turn,Vision ecstatic, tangible withal,From thee to learnAll the soft wonders of thy disarray.”So, fearless, turned I: yet ere thought to deedQuickened my members, swift upon the airLuxuriously this song sped, deft and rare,Beckoning me to speed.“Come, my love, to love me; come!Life is but the tangled sumOf thy being’s bitter hum.Tarry not, the days flit by;Soon thy bloom shall wither: IProffer fruits that never fly.Never; for thy brief decreeFolds in all eternity:Nought survives thee; so to meCome, to taste the liberal treasureI bestrew whose name is Pleasure;Share mine overflowing measure.Ah! come to me; then will I showAll that thine utmost heart would know:Laughter loud, and whispers low,Ruddy joy, soft lips and kisses,Opening out Life’s raptest blisses.This thy Heaven; yea, whoso missesThis, shall slip the rarest worthPossible to his strenuous girth,In the delicious garden of Earth.So come to me, dear love, my sweet,Time and the Hours are all too fleet;Quaff my goblet, rarely meetFor superb humanity.Confines spurn; be large, be free;’Tis thy true Felicity!What is Duty’s blatant call?I am Duty, I am All;I am Beauty: none may fallOn aught supremer arm than mine;I am God, I am divine;Life’s uttermost largess is my shrine.Wouldst thou live to wander wan?Dearest, never! freedom con,And share my fearless halcyon.Life is all thy tangled sum,Then hold not so, fearful and numb,But come to me, dear husband, come,Come!”Wildered I hearkened; held my tremulous limbsAwhile, and heard, impassioned. From her eyesSoft messages flashed o’er their lidded brimsCoyly upon me. Throwing forth her armsShe yearned on me, her hair’s luxuriant guiseFalling carelessly and free, while she her charmsSpun, threading in her woof of thought. The air,Murmuring her music yet, hung over meAs heaving breast to breast we stood, surmiseHolding me feeble and faint, ecstatically.Then did I burst awayRestraint; tossing off wrinkled CareI strode toward the dear Angel of my Dream.Nigh had I touched her palm; when, swift and clear,Loud with the trumpet’s tongue, imperative,Dulcent to hear,A Voice of awful import thundered—“Stay!”Sudden I reared. As doth revulsion giveThought interwound with thought, so did it seemI hung halting. Furtively, distractedly,I cast my gaze about, so to divineWhence the high edict sprang. The Ogre blearWas gone: fled with its eye malignAs it had never been. Far up the coursePrecipitous and steep I seemed to see,Anew upon my eyes, a burning domeScintillating, radiating from its sourceA hesitant gleam adown the path. EntrancedI hung upon the sight.Then fear fell on me; for from thence did come,Stately, magnificent, tenfold more brightThan the sun’s vivid noontide, crystal-clear,A Shape surpassing loveliness. On my thoughtPaled all things else save that transcendent Fear.Steadily it advanced:From small to great, from great unreckonable,Stately, deliberative, supreme, of portSerene and lofty, steadily so it cameSweeping the callow path. Struck with its spellI burned with aching eyes. Subtly a FlameEncircled it, of silver and of gold,Sardine and jasper iridescent, blue,Purple and exquisite scarlet, all inwroughtTo one pure hue too vivid to behold.So as it nearer swept I threwMy face upon the dust, and thrust my eyesUpon my veiling palms, dizzy to death,Sick with amaze; when a most mellow breathSoftly outspake,“Frail child of Man, arise!For I would speak with thee!”No choice had ISave to obey that voice imperative;However it seemed to me to look and liveCrost opposite elements. Dazedly I castUpward a timorous glance, encountered bySo mellow a gaze; wherein which very beamI touched sustaining succour. Towering vastHe stood dilate with wonder; and did seemTo crowd the heavens with majesty, tho’ withinMy wandering vision. Neath his snowy hair,Lit with intrinsic brilliance, shone his eyes,Where loomed long mysteries of eternity.His misty brow domed firmamental-wise,Swelling beneath its locks. ’Twas wondrous fair:Fair unto tottering thought! His very robes,Like the unblemished snow, thrice-purged, whereinFlowed his proportions spacious, moved and shoneInstinct with sinuous life. HesitantlyI stammered—“Stranger fair, thy Name! ForgiveMy curious temper! Yield me strength to live!”He bent on me twin eyes: and spake.Then did the whirling stars and heavenly globes,The ravenous winds, awake,And hang in poise ecstatic. Sweet uponMy aching ears, incontinent of such blissCelestial, there awoke a halcyonOf various, high, mellifluous harmony:In measures like to this:“Wouldst thou my Name,Mortal immortal; wouldst acquaint thy thoughtWith my Renown? How shall I tell it thee?Speech may not utter it, for words are wroughtEmpirical, in the stout smithy of life.Couldst thou envisage its supremacyThen were toil done; and the pure spirit’s strife,Tempering the thew withal, wrought purposelessAnd cheap. Considerest thou not Man’s Aim,The Ages down, to utter Loveliness,Or to plumb Truth, to measure Equity,Or Justice poise; affixing phrases soUnto what trailing robes he sees. These allAm I, one and complete. When he shall knowFreedom, deck on a larger life, each thrallCorporeal shudder off, standing superb,Munificent, then shall he see me faceTo spiritous face: till then must I disturbHis manifold sense, to win him worthy of me.Before his soul awoke was I: nay, more,I touched his thought to life. From forth of noughtI bad him issue, setting my seal thereon:—So doth the veriest hind of all his raceGrope tentative after me. Then when he boreManhood erect, unparagoned, uponEarth’s lucent air I woke the soul of songChoired by the sons of morning. All the courtOf glittering Heaven, in the dread womb of Night;The stately march celestial; throng on throngWheeling from gloom to gloom, in perilous flightOver the unsearched deeps; the air; the seas;The bountiful Earth;—my handiwork were theseIn the wide crucibles of steady Time.Withal, tho’ such I seem to be,Yet am I not at all: the voiceless clodOwns substance more than I. Spaceless, sublime,I am the Breath Divine; the Voice of God;His concentrate Radiation: thence wend I,Thither to trend again, dependently;Aerial, effulgent, winging the formless deeps.Ecstatic Wisdom called they me awhileWho touched my billowy robes. Yet, tho’ I plyAuthoritative edict, bidding theeHeed, as my fount is high, my voice o’erleapsArticular creed, swift to thy resonant soulBrooding deliberative. Well knowest thouThat evanescent languors do beguileThe soul’s high bent. Wherefore,—save that thine eyeHath glimpsed a billowy Vision, subtly spun,Floating upon thy thought, of high controlFashioning a peerless state, noble and pure,Whose stately essence not the clammy browOf Death shall dissipate? Thou dreamest this:And this I utter now. That thou wouldst notForego the Tempter’s vivid lure,Most truly tell I, Pleasure is not oneBut twain, nor think licentious libertine blissBefits the splendour of thy soul, begotDivine, bred for eternal pride. AboveEach fell delight, debased upon the soil,Soars a pure counterpart, winging the air:Thou canst but lust upon the one; but LoveImpassioned doth the other wake. ’Tis toil;I cloak it not; yet ’tis a joy that bides,Swelling the more the hoarier, till Day dawnAnd shadows flit away. Decide thee then!Cast thy free choice! These portals lead thee where,Soul-plumed, new realms upon thy flight are borne.Brace up thy thew! Tread out this path, that guidesWhither pure bliss shall rock thy dizzy ken,And end thy weary coil!”Wondering the Angel bound me; scarce a glanceTurned I away upon yon Harlot nude,Chasteless and brazen, touching my coarser senseDistastefully; not wholly impotent.In visionary moodHung I, swoll’n on the flow of eloquenceTo thought on thought. Nor less did ravishment,Exhaling music on its wing, uplift my soul,Gazing upon that beauteous Eminence.Enthralled so was I held. Then as my tranceBated awhile, I searched my tongue’s control.“Ecstatic Flame!” I broke, “yet would I knowFurther one thing. Truly I bow before thee!I yield my due of homage; I adore thee,Eternal Radiance from on high! Thou brightImage immortal! Yet, do I tempt the throeOf yon steep way, what strength shall flush my thewSinking amid its steeps? Yea, as I wooIts delicate largess, if my feeble mightFail of its scintillant goal, what then? What deed,What earnest, decks my quest, so to exchangeFor problematical bliss the vivid rangeOf present sweets. Fool I to chance the meedOf dusk futurity for the portion sprungFlashing upon my sight! Forgive this tongueImperious, recalcitrant; yet sure,I utter freely, speaking as I readDiverse each several lure.”Tranquil, immovable, in a mien that wonMe wholly out, respondent it begun:—“The choice thine own; cast as thou wilt: ’tis mineBut to declare the Truth. Who shall assignAright his lot, him shall I flush with strength,Leaping from might to might. Each vision trueOpens to wider bliss: each vanquished thrallTouches to larger freedom; lea on leaBounding to vision to Life’s uttermost length.I woo not, but am woo’d; and yet withalWoo I; imperative my lineaments wooFor sheer vitality. Thus shall I thee.Think’st thou the end shall fail? Who perseveresAssuredly shall clasp the ultimate goal;If ultimate goal there be, for bliss shall rollBoundless before thy view. I say not fearsShall cease, that strife shall vanish, or that allConjured rhapsodical, dispassionatelyShall swim in peace. Nay, all thy passionate daysShall reach from peak to peak, trial amid,Gainsayers athwart, waking Life’s deepest zest.Yet shall the goal gleam rare before thy gaze;And if upon thy quest,Sinking dispirited, the goal be hidWrapt in a gloomy mist, ’twill pass awhile,And thou be all thy strenuous self again. AllyThyself to me, nor seek thee to beguileIdly the transient hours, and all that IHave shown before thy sight fulfilled shall be.I say ’t; and am its earnest eternally.”And then methought I stood on quaking limb,Forth to proceed upon that wizard way.Heaven-high the portals towered above me; dimStretched the precipitous path, tortuous and grey,Leaping from crag to crag. Then all the gloomSeized fast about me, as with hesitant strideI took its edge initiative. Yet onWent I, holding a dauntless prideSteady within me; on and on, uponThe slippery crags, amid the dunes and meres,Poised oft o’er bottomless pits, turning besidePitiless tarns, brackish with mortal tears.As forth I strode, fairer and yet more fairShone the horizon; rarer did illumeIts scintillant goal my passage lofty and strait.And my high Mentor, steady before my eye,Shone so exceeding beauteous, more and more,Increasing so in clarity, scope, and air,That a wild ecstasy possessed my thought,Riotous and fervid in me. SteadilySo followed I, with resolute thew where’erIt led me forth, casting no glance away:Thus on, yet on; waning and waxing on.Yet, as I sped, methought a dizzy shoreBeguiled my feet aside, so to descryWhat depths the abysm held. Pallid and wanShrank my Instructor on my curious eye.Treading its perilous edge I did essayTo plumb the gulf, with darkness doubly fraught;When, gazing with profound intent, a windBroke with an awful triumph up its steepEmbankments jagged forth on me.All terror-strick’n upstarted I, to find’Twas but the embers crumbling in the grate,Loud on the icy Night. Awakened soMusing I stood to recollect, and lo!My lips had formed to prayer.—Then thro’ the gloom I gat me to my sleep.

I sat brewing awhile, one even’s close,

Life’s Destiny and Purpose. In the grate

A flickering fire shone,

Withered and wan,

Dishevelled as a hectic Autumn rose.

So, as I sate,

With elfish toe leaping the shrinking embers

A spiritous Presence passed, and on my thought

Visions of faded days, paled friendships, dreams

Of rapturous Mays smitten to drear Decembers,

In evanescent postures wrought

From forth the flickering gleams.

So death-still ranged the Night athwart the gloom

Icy and cavernous, that the embers’ tune

Spake sharp and sudden, chasing the shade and flame

In elfish gambol round the sombre room.

So stepped the Night’s high noon;

While Time, steady of sinew and of brow

Implacable, upwound upon its spool

The fitful hours of innocence and shame.

Nor solitary, Night in its high rule,

Reigned, for from forth the frosty bowers

Deft messengers of airy fashion came

The rude Earth to endow

With heavenly mysteries of flowers.

So sat I, and my mood grew calm and still:

Irk fretted away; care, soilure, and distress,

The smutch of strife, at the gaunt Night’s caress

Unruffled into lofty peace. A will

Ineffable, previsionary, swelled

My thought to something of a twilit mood.

Earth faded awhile; the frame of sensible things

Obliviously smote my sensitive touch;

The populous warm walls, the grate that held

Ashes and smoulderings,

The frore behoof, and all of fashion such,

Transmuted were unto the larger scope

Of visionary aspect. Thus on wings

Of guideless flight, and thought I fain would cope,

A Vision fared on me whate’er I would.

Then seemed the twilight heavy with filmy glows:

Forth from before my sight two several ways

In opposite invitation rose,

Oweing no kith, diverse of hue as aim.

Darkling the Right ran, thro’ a drear amaze

Craggy and barren, fulfilled of sloughs and mire;

Most straitly was it limned, and oft each side

Fell sheer to plumbless horror steep, that swept

Spaceless, in ebon vastiness awide.

Surmounted it thus dizzily; o’erleapt

Fell chasms perilously athwart; abysms gaunt,

Remorseless bracken tarns, the desert’s haunt,

Each slippery spiss and slough, it overcame,

Winding and wending ever higher and higher

Tortuous yet steady-sure.

Even so, despite I could not see

Aught goal, withal its callow brow to daunt

The hazardous soul, it bore a subtle lure

Touching the deepest founts of high desire.

Stretched on my Left, thus did it seem to me,

Broadly a rich demesne lay, liberal

And affluent, in spacious festival

Arrayed. Mirth and the wealth of song

Swelled thro’ its gaily caparisoned cope,

Whose portals swung wide ope—

Falling upon my ears in ribaldry

And merry laughter lewd:

Nowhither led it seemingly; soft and strong

Giddily sprang its mirth and ultimate hope.

Yet scarce could I resolve it, for its air

Quivered and scintillated glamours dense,

A palpable mist of golden vapour, whence,

On my amazing sight, there flitted nude

The flash of forms voluptuous and rare,

Whose ruby lips soft ruddy juices woo’d.

Pondering I hovered; each the several ways

Touched its responsive motion: this, that wound

Whither I knew not, travail amid and stain,

Awoke the fount of thought; that, the sheer gain

Of liberal ecstasy, of flowing days

And nightless hours forgetful, bound around

Of irkless ease: this spake Olympus found,

Endeavour’s glowing thew, Achievement high;

That struck all blood to fever, till I fain

Had slipped the leash. Perplexedly sat I.

Then from the mirth and ribaldry outstept

Beauty her very self: Of motion free,

In grace voluptuous she swam on me,

Her pursed lips murmurous of a mellow strain.

Soft as the stars at evenfall

Smiled her rare eyes from forth the shimmering air

Hanging about her yet—her veriest pall,

Save that an all-exuberant tide of hair

Entwound her soft and sensuous flesh. So swept

She, gracious; I her other-heedless thane.

Rare love, mellow voluptuous love,

Shone from her wondrous eyes, fell from her tongue

Melodious, dwelt on the delicate bloom

Of her seductive limbs: munificence

Of love rioted in her wayward hair

Falling heedlessly, and clung

Ecstatic in the tremulous air’s perfume.

Visionary I gazed; my mutinous blood,

Each drop particularly fraught with so

Complete an ecstasy, coursed thro’ my sense

With populous colloquy, pouring a vast flood

Of dizzy whispers on my ears awhile.

Invitingly oped she her arms; a smile

Broke her soft lips; then, rapturously and low,

Fluted this murmurous music thro’ the air,

In woven assonances, liquid measures,

Her blissful syllables spelling the pleasures

Her wares that were.

“Sweet, come with me; learn out my rare requite!Sweet, come to me, so shall I be to theeA passionate delight!Let us enwrap us in the robes of Pleasure;Owe no confining marge, but full and freeHold Love’s exultant measure.

“Sweet, come with me; learn out my rare requite!

Sweet, come to me, so shall I be to thee

A passionate delight!

Let us enwrap us in the robes of Pleasure;

Owe no confining marge, but full and free

Hold Love’s exultant measure.

Claim lordship on these lips; make this embraceOf strenuous limbs thine to the tilth of days;The exquisitry of this face,If so to thee, scan with thine eager eyes:Flash linking flash, all in a wondering gaze,Twin in our ecstasies.

Claim lordship on these lips; make this embrace

Of strenuous limbs thine to the tilth of days;

The exquisitry of this face,

If so to thee, scan with thine eager eyes:

Flash linking flash, all in a wondering gaze,

Twin in our ecstasies.

The fragrant largess of this liberal hairShall twine us twain about as we shall twineHid in Love’s secret lair;Or mantle down thy shoulder as I layThis peach-soft bloom of loveliness on thineAnd Love’s low message say.

The fragrant largess of this liberal hair

Shall twine us twain about as we shall twine

Hid in Love’s secret lair;

Or mantle down thy shoulder as I lay

This peach-soft bloom of loveliness on thine

And Love’s low message say.

Then come to me; yea, let me be to theeLove’s veriest scope of all; in these soft eyesSpell thine Eternity.Ah, wherefore hesitant hang? These plenteous hallsHunger for thee, as I, with full surmise:Lords be we all, not thralls!”

Then come to me; yea, let me be to thee

Love’s veriest scope of all; in these soft eyes

Spell thine Eternity.

Ah, wherefore hesitant hang? These plenteous halls

Hunger for thee, as I, with full surmise:

Lords be we all, not thralls!”

So ceased she: flashing from her challenging eyesArch invitations, boldly coy. The air,Loth to let slip such bliss,Clung to its echoing whispers, murmurous-wise,In passionate ecstasy. And yet, howe’erEach swollen vein of mine with knotted strainStood high, content for one celestial kissTo cheapen Life and Thought, a distant painFettered me with disturbed uncertainty.Hesitant I glanced away; held of a doubt;Tost ’twixt passion and fear: tentativelyMy eye shot roundabout,Each freighting all my venture on a thought.Then from the silvery glooms, a wizardry, fraughtWith an imperative touch, fell on my soul,Drawing all my thought thither with harsh control.So, as I glowered upon its portals, wan,Gaunt, lofty, lifting up a parlous heightOf shadowy phantasy, before its brinkPalely the air shivered, and its atoms shonePregnant with waking light.Unknowing what its purport, what to thinkScarce dared I hazard—gazing, smote to trance,Riveted there with every thought and glance.The pallid atoms, hither-thither mazed,Smitten with iridescent rigours, shapedAs to an outline—gaunt and leanly drapedWith flowing vesture, bony arms upraisedTalon-befingered. Its Visage all was wan,Harrowed and sexless, like some skeletonDraped o’er with lifeless skin. Its Brow, or whatSeemed like to Brow, hungered the heavy skies.Its glittering eyesGleamed coldly in great orbs. ’Twas steely-lipped.Its Trunk, Its ruinous Midst—oh, tell it not!Most like ’twas to a livid dream forgot,And waked to horror at fell Memory’s whims!A sweaty Terror sat upon my limbs;My natural Fell awoke to life, and stoodErect with palpable horror; and all my bloodCrowded its mart of motion, fear-begot,Thither to escape. Then from the Phantom chillUpon the palpitant air these measures drippedIn numbers ill.“Mortal, be not deceived!Despise these cloying measures, they are false!Withhold imagination from the callsOf sensuous privilege. Straightway be cleavedThence, and away! And hearken now to me.Heed these rare strictures! Prize not thy frail self:Strive for a larger Weal; FelicityFoots only thus. Perplex thy brain for Man,And his complacent peace: eschew the pelfOf isolate happiness; so shall thy spanCompound the highest achievement. ManaclesSpell subtler bliss than liberty; in soothAre veriest liberty; yet if not so,Thine the dear joy of conning out the cellsOf worthier constraint. Scan virtuous Truth;Search out her compeers with a quickening throeOf ecstasied thought. Love Justice. Knowledge sueAnd track, following on tho’ dark disruthDog all thy painful way. Think nobly true;Compassionately soothe the sick of soul,Life’s troubled children. Learn a high control,And abdicate thyself, Love’s grace to woo.Let Equity thine equal fingers turnOn low and lofty, sleek and lean alike,Achievement’s sons and whoso hungering yearn:Discriminate not ’twixt, for all are oneAnd indivisible. Base passions shunAnd flee: strike not at all; yet if thou strike,Strike for the high and meritorious claim,As thou may’st judge: let not thy wrathAbide the twilight fall; nor let thy shameOf liverous passions issue forthOn days that step not yet, sullying thy thoughtAnd others’ peace—weightier these than thine!Be kind, be true, be sweet, to all and aught.Ponder these principles; deep at thy soulWill commendation leap in greeting; lo,Even now bestirs thy thought. Arise, divineLife as a loftier scrollTo trace thy character on, come weal or woe.Passion is soon be-charred; but elevate thoughtStrews an increasing largess. Turn asideYon ruddy Whore mellisonant; malignShe and her subtle craft are, howsoe’erDeceit encompasses her feverous lair.This thy true lot of life, withal ’tis fraughtWith hardihood and hazard so: abideIts mandate to thee, tread it dauntlessly.’Tis its abundant recompense; and a courtAll-continent. As is my tongue alliedWith thy quick thought, so hearken thou to me,Fearful of nought!”Joint with its utterance so,Twisting, It thrust Its talon fingers thro’The misty portals, spare and gaunt. BelowFearfully sat I then, tho’ less of fearShook o’er my limbs; for thought had spurned the soil,Touched by the words, and broken on my earA callow incongruity betwixtThe lips that uttered what the words did woo.The pale air drank the silence, as the coilOf tortuous precepts ceased. Then, intermixt,Dizzy, as was each thought and riotous sense,There unwound thenceVivid upon my soul this nucleus clear:So forth I uttered:—“Tell, tell me thy Name!Who art thou that so bidd’st me? Whence thy claim:Wherefrom derives it? Whither its purport high?Art thou thine own? If so, declare me nowWhat rare enfranchisement shall bondage plyAt thy behest? Else, forth produce thy script;Unwind thy high commission, whereto bowPerforce I need, heedless of pleasures clipt,Or purple rapture, on yon path awryTo attempt a hazardous snare!”

So ceased she: flashing from her challenging eyes

Arch invitations, boldly coy. The air,

Loth to let slip such bliss,

Clung to its echoing whispers, murmurous-wise,

In passionate ecstasy. And yet, howe’er

Each swollen vein of mine with knotted strain

Stood high, content for one celestial kiss

To cheapen Life and Thought, a distant pain

Fettered me with disturbed uncertainty.

Hesitant I glanced away; held of a doubt;

Tost ’twixt passion and fear: tentatively

My eye shot roundabout,

Each freighting all my venture on a thought.

Then from the silvery glooms, a wizardry, fraught

With an imperative touch, fell on my soul,

Drawing all my thought thither with harsh control.

So, as I glowered upon its portals, wan,

Gaunt, lofty, lifting up a parlous height

Of shadowy phantasy, before its brink

Palely the air shivered, and its atoms shone

Pregnant with waking light.

Unknowing what its purport, what to think

Scarce dared I hazard—gazing, smote to trance,

Riveted there with every thought and glance.

The pallid atoms, hither-thither mazed,

Smitten with iridescent rigours, shaped

As to an outline—gaunt and leanly draped

With flowing vesture, bony arms upraised

Talon-befingered. Its Visage all was wan,

Harrowed and sexless, like some skeleton

Draped o’er with lifeless skin. Its Brow, or what

Seemed like to Brow, hungered the heavy skies.

Its glittering eyes

Gleamed coldly in great orbs. ’Twas steely-lipped.

Its Trunk, Its ruinous Midst—oh, tell it not!

Most like ’twas to a livid dream forgot,

And waked to horror at fell Memory’s whims!

A sweaty Terror sat upon my limbs;

My natural Fell awoke to life, and stood

Erect with palpable horror; and all my blood

Crowded its mart of motion, fear-begot,

Thither to escape. Then from the Phantom chill

Upon the palpitant air these measures dripped

In numbers ill.

“Mortal, be not deceived!

Despise these cloying measures, they are false!

Withhold imagination from the calls

Of sensuous privilege. Straightway be cleaved

Thence, and away! And hearken now to me.

Heed these rare strictures! Prize not thy frail self:

Strive for a larger Weal; Felicity

Foots only thus. Perplex thy brain for Man,

And his complacent peace: eschew the pelf

Of isolate happiness; so shall thy span

Compound the highest achievement. Manacles

Spell subtler bliss than liberty; in sooth

Are veriest liberty; yet if not so,

Thine the dear joy of conning out the cells

Of worthier constraint. Scan virtuous Truth;

Search out her compeers with a quickening throe

Of ecstasied thought. Love Justice. Knowledge sue

And track, following on tho’ dark disruth

Dog all thy painful way. Think nobly true;

Compassionately soothe the sick of soul,

Life’s troubled children. Learn a high control,

And abdicate thyself, Love’s grace to woo.

Let Equity thine equal fingers turn

On low and lofty, sleek and lean alike,

Achievement’s sons and whoso hungering yearn:

Discriminate not ’twixt, for all are one

And indivisible. Base passions shun

And flee: strike not at all; yet if thou strike,

Strike for the high and meritorious claim,

As thou may’st judge: let not thy wrath

Abide the twilight fall; nor let thy shame

Of liverous passions issue forth

On days that step not yet, sullying thy thought

And others’ peace—weightier these than thine!

Be kind, be true, be sweet, to all and aught.

Ponder these principles; deep at thy soul

Will commendation leap in greeting; lo,

Even now bestirs thy thought. Arise, divine

Life as a loftier scroll

To trace thy character on, come weal or woe.

Passion is soon be-charred; but elevate thought

Strews an increasing largess. Turn aside

Yon ruddy Whore mellisonant; malign

She and her subtle craft are, howsoe’er

Deceit encompasses her feverous lair.

This thy true lot of life, withal ’tis fraught

With hardihood and hazard so: abide

Its mandate to thee, tread it dauntlessly.

’Tis its abundant recompense; and a court

All-continent. As is my tongue allied

With thy quick thought, so hearken thou to me,

Fearful of nought!”

Joint with its utterance so,

Twisting, It thrust Its talon fingers thro’

The misty portals, spare and gaunt. Below

Fearfully sat I then, tho’ less of fear

Shook o’er my limbs; for thought had spurned the soil,

Touched by the words, and broken on my ear

A callow incongruity betwixt

The lips that uttered what the words did woo.

The pale air drank the silence, as the coil

Of tortuous precepts ceased. Then, intermixt,

Dizzy, as was each thought and riotous sense,

There unwound thence

Vivid upon my soul this nucleus clear:

So forth I uttered:—

“Tell, tell me thy Name!

Who art thou that so bidd’st me? Whence thy claim:

Wherefrom derives it? Whither its purport high?

Art thou thine own? If so, declare me now

What rare enfranchisement shall bondage ply

At thy behest? Else, forth produce thy script;

Unwind thy high commission, whereto bow

Perforce I need, heedless of pleasures clipt,

Or purple rapture, on yon path awry

To attempt a hazardous snare!”

Toward me then turned It; and with baneful stareStruck chill my mood defiant. Irked with thought,Fear, and the lees of passion, sat I thus;While the dim Spectre touched Its answer, wroughtIcily dolorous.“I am Duty: ISway all the lot of man. His tentative lifeSteps subtly to my measures; in fine deedIs my attenuate speech:—at very strifeHis tongue invokes mine arm. I ratifyHis hesitant counsels, troublous thoughts, with thrallAnd edict; or annul his querulous creed.Evanishment were very loss of all:It would evacuate the World of whatCoheres its several elements; social peace,Concord and Amity, the common lotOf neighbourly calm, would rot and palter. CeaseRebellious queries; heed my formulate call:Strip to it, and proceed!”Then borne upon a breathMelodious, swept a wonder-wealth of songVivifying all the air. Again my bloodIt wrought to populous utterance, hot as strongIn riotous desire. Were it to Death,My passion mouthed no bit, but in a floodTumultuous had swept me on its wideRevelry high, out to the perilous MainLawless as limnless, save that the Spectral BaneFettered me helpless. So once moreMy tongue uprose: “Show me thy script!” I cried,Poised ’twixt the blushing ecstasy, and the froreSpectre of ruinous side.“What is’t to me, this social affluence,The agglomerate frame of peace, when ecstasyRaps loudly at my soul? What gain hast thou?Yon dismal gloom, barren and dim and chill,Say, what felicityCommensurate with this Lady’s exquisite senseBestows it? Utter thy delightful fillAlternate for my choice; hereafter, now,Or how thou wilt! Yet if not so, declareThy dread commission, bounden upon my soul!Expound me aught for iridescent goalWhereto this region stretches! Do I fall,Pale Ogre, how shall large omnipotenceBrace thy lean thew? Oh, speak! I conjure thee, speak!If on a bleakPerilous pivot swung; if in the abyssOf Failure clutched, while subtle whispers hissSinuous about me—say, what benison fairAwakes to comfort from thy callow thrall?If Ill and Sorrow rearSpectral athwart my eyes, and this hued cheekFall ashen like thine own, what then thy cheer,Grim Apparition? what thy comfort then,Dim Spectre? Hold tho’; have enough of this!Fearless I ask again,Art uttered of another; or art weak,Continent in thyself? Comest thou with blissFor largess? Else, declare thy peerless script,Disclose thy high commission, Ogre blear,Thou talon-fingered Horror, steely-lipped!”

Toward me then turned It; and with baneful stare

Struck chill my mood defiant. Irked with thought,

Fear, and the lees of passion, sat I thus;

While the dim Spectre touched Its answer, wrought

Icily dolorous.

“I am Duty: I

Sway all the lot of man. His tentative life

Steps subtly to my measures; in fine deed

Is my attenuate speech:—at very strife

His tongue invokes mine arm. I ratify

His hesitant counsels, troublous thoughts, with thrall

And edict; or annul his querulous creed.

Evanishment were very loss of all:

It would evacuate the World of what

Coheres its several elements; social peace,

Concord and Amity, the common lot

Of neighbourly calm, would rot and palter. Cease

Rebellious queries; heed my formulate call:

Strip to it, and proceed!”

Then borne upon a breath

Melodious, swept a wonder-wealth of song

Vivifying all the air. Again my blood

It wrought to populous utterance, hot as strong

In riotous desire. Were it to Death,

My passion mouthed no bit, but in a flood

Tumultuous had swept me on its wide

Revelry high, out to the perilous Main

Lawless as limnless, save that the Spectral Bane

Fettered me helpless. So once more

My tongue uprose: “Show me thy script!” I cried,

Poised ’twixt the blushing ecstasy, and the frore

Spectre of ruinous side.

“What is’t to me, this social affluence,

The agglomerate frame of peace, when ecstasy

Raps loudly at my soul? What gain hast thou?

Yon dismal gloom, barren and dim and chill,

Say, what felicity

Commensurate with this Lady’s exquisite sense

Bestows it? Utter thy delightful fill

Alternate for my choice; hereafter, now,

Or how thou wilt! Yet if not so, declare

Thy dread commission, bounden upon my soul!

Expound me aught for iridescent goal

Whereto this region stretches! Do I fall,

Pale Ogre, how shall large omnipotence

Brace thy lean thew? Oh, speak! I conjure thee, speak!

If on a bleak

Perilous pivot swung; if in the abyss

Of Failure clutched, while subtle whispers hiss

Sinuous about me—say, what benison fair

Awakes to comfort from thy callow thrall?

If Ill and Sorrow rear

Spectral athwart my eyes, and this hued cheek

Fall ashen like thine own, what then thy cheer,

Grim Apparition? what thy comfort then,

Dim Spectre? Hold tho’; have enough of this!

Fearless I ask again,

Art uttered of another; or art weak,

Continent in thyself? Comest thou with bliss

For largess? Else, declare thy peerless script,

Disclose thy high commission, Ogre blear,

Thou talon-fingered Horror, steely-lipped!”

Doubtfully ceased I: wound amid my frameRaged complicated elements. Aerial thoughtOn metaphysic pinion soared aloft;While tremulous passion struck my blood, and wroughtSensual within me, fell and subtly soft.Fear, anger, scorn and doubt, in complex claimTost all disorderly. Yet most to cleaveDecision knew I then, whate’er might be,Out from the tangled elements. So I turnedWhither the Shape let fall Its jaw to weaveIts chill articulation passionlessly.Ill-eeriely fell Its speech, as tho’ It spurnedLife’s various intonation, to answer meWhat in high mien I sought.“Mortal, not mineScripts to declare; neither attorneys highTo sate thy heart wherewith. My voice proceedsSwift to thy nobler self. Didst thou applyReason thereto, or thought deliberative,What hesitancy were there? Loftier than creedsIs my transcendent Word; that yet doth twineRooted amid thy need. They that supineWallow in fell lasciviousness, are brutesTrivial, corporeal; their weary bliss,Blinding their very selves, I say, despise:Esteem not that they misesteem. Rare fruits,Self-generative, of elevate thought, and mindDelicately poised, I proffer thee. Be wise;Set up on high thy pleasure: so to liveWere to be quit of chance.—That thou amissShouldst cast thy fluttering days were piteous-blind,Seeing they are all, and veriest all: fulfilThy days, then, with a high felicity.Too soon shall Death sweep up thy militant will;And bind thee in the dark. Yet heed thou this:Tho’ thou snuff out; a thing that was; yet still,The texture of thy thought, the workmanshipOf hand or utterant lip,Thy heart’s aroma, personalityIn sooth, shall flourish yet, for good or ill,Upon the broad Earth’s face. So take my voice,And, knowing it true, utterly cast thy choice!I am thine Ultimate Good, Supreme, and Free,Nothing above me in the wide Universe.”

Doubtfully ceased I: wound amid my frame

Raged complicated elements. Aerial thought

On metaphysic pinion soared aloft;

While tremulous passion struck my blood, and wrought

Sensual within me, fell and subtly soft.

Fear, anger, scorn and doubt, in complex claim

Tost all disorderly. Yet most to cleave

Decision knew I then, whate’er might be,

Out from the tangled elements. So I turned

Whither the Shape let fall Its jaw to weave

Its chill articulation passionlessly.

Ill-eeriely fell Its speech, as tho’ It spurned

Life’s various intonation, to answer me

What in high mien I sought.

“Mortal, not mine

Scripts to declare; neither attorneys high

To sate thy heart wherewith. My voice proceeds

Swift to thy nobler self. Didst thou apply

Reason thereto, or thought deliberative,

What hesitancy were there? Loftier than creeds

Is my transcendent Word; that yet doth twine

Rooted amid thy need. They that supine

Wallow in fell lasciviousness, are brutes

Trivial, corporeal; their weary bliss,

Blinding their very selves, I say, despise:

Esteem not that they misesteem. Rare fruits,

Self-generative, of elevate thought, and mind

Delicately poised, I proffer thee. Be wise;

Set up on high thy pleasure: so to live

Were to be quit of chance.—That thou amiss

Shouldst cast thy fluttering days were piteous-blind,

Seeing they are all, and veriest all: fulfil

Thy days, then, with a high felicity.

Too soon shall Death sweep up thy militant will;

And bind thee in the dark. Yet heed thou this:

Tho’ thou snuff out; a thing that was; yet still,

The texture of thy thought, the workmanship

Of hand or utterant lip,

Thy heart’s aroma, personality

In sooth, shall flourish yet, for good or ill,

Upon the broad Earth’s face. So take my voice,

And, knowing it true, utterly cast thy choice!

I am thine Ultimate Good, Supreme, and Free,

Nothing above me in the wide Universe.”

Then from my lips broke there a bitter curse.Glib the words struck with subtle ironyTraverse athwart my hope. Vivid and strongMy thought had stood dilate, passionatelyGrappling amid the eternal verities,Touched to it by the conflict; and seemed nowClutching the air. A whelming sense of wrongFlushed all my mood. As one who seesAll things, and nothing clearly, fearless of browI shook my answer free.“My nobler Self!Mine ultimate Good! Trickster with subtle speech!What nobler self have I, what high, what low,Contradistinguished, save what thou wouldst teachArbitrary of choice? What ultimate good,But as my heart dictates, throbbing to knowThe exquisite peak of pleasure, if the deepSwallow me utterly up? But what I wouldThat should I, if thou art the ultimate All,And I no more than this! Thou Thing unkempt,Pallid of tongue and hue, so wouldst thou temptMy feet from blushful sweets aside? So charmMy hazardous soul to climbYon dizzy pinnacle, that hath no primeNor cause of being, with this riotous balm,—To sweat, to stint, to travail, and to fallSheer out of time in night. Begone, thou Gloom!Away, thou Shape of ill! Come when the tomb,’Twixt this and that omnipotent timeEach tottering moment shall be packed with twiceIts fraught of pleasures; or come surfeit, to illumeThe shadow of joy, shall every rare deviceRivet the transient hour. Tread yon dread way?Nay, that I will not! Unto thee I turn,Vision ecstatic, tangible withal,From thee to learnAll the soft wonders of thy disarray.”

Then from my lips broke there a bitter curse.

Glib the words struck with subtle irony

Traverse athwart my hope. Vivid and strong

My thought had stood dilate, passionately

Grappling amid the eternal verities,

Touched to it by the conflict; and seemed now

Clutching the air. A whelming sense of wrong

Flushed all my mood. As one who sees

All things, and nothing clearly, fearless of brow

I shook my answer free.

“My nobler Self!

Mine ultimate Good! Trickster with subtle speech!

What nobler self have I, what high, what low,

Contradistinguished, save what thou wouldst teach

Arbitrary of choice? What ultimate good,

But as my heart dictates, throbbing to know

The exquisite peak of pleasure, if the deep

Swallow me utterly up? But what I would

That should I, if thou art the ultimate All,

And I no more than this! Thou Thing unkempt,

Pallid of tongue and hue, so wouldst thou tempt

My feet from blushful sweets aside? So charm

My hazardous soul to climb

Yon dizzy pinnacle, that hath no prime

Nor cause of being, with this riotous balm,—

To sweat, to stint, to travail, and to fall

Sheer out of time in night. Begone, thou Gloom!

Away, thou Shape of ill! Come when the tomb,

’Twixt this and that omnipotent time

Each tottering moment shall be packed with twice

Its fraught of pleasures; or come surfeit, to illume

The shadow of joy, shall every rare device

Rivet the transient hour. Tread yon dread way?

Nay, that I will not! Unto thee I turn,

Vision ecstatic, tangible withal,

From thee to learn

All the soft wonders of thy disarray.”

So, fearless, turned I: yet ere thought to deedQuickened my members, swift upon the airLuxuriously this song sped, deft and rare,Beckoning me to speed.

So, fearless, turned I: yet ere thought to deed

Quickened my members, swift upon the air

Luxuriously this song sped, deft and rare,

Beckoning me to speed.

“Come, my love, to love me; come!Life is but the tangled sumOf thy being’s bitter hum.Tarry not, the days flit by;Soon thy bloom shall wither: IProffer fruits that never fly.Never; for thy brief decreeFolds in all eternity:Nought survives thee; so to meCome, to taste the liberal treasureI bestrew whose name is Pleasure;Share mine overflowing measure.Ah! come to me; then will I showAll that thine utmost heart would know:Laughter loud, and whispers low,Ruddy joy, soft lips and kisses,Opening out Life’s raptest blisses.This thy Heaven; yea, whoso missesThis, shall slip the rarest worthPossible to his strenuous girth,In the delicious garden of Earth.So come to me, dear love, my sweet,Time and the Hours are all too fleet;Quaff my goblet, rarely meetFor superb humanity.Confines spurn; be large, be free;’Tis thy true Felicity!What is Duty’s blatant call?I am Duty, I am All;I am Beauty: none may fallOn aught supremer arm than mine;I am God, I am divine;Life’s uttermost largess is my shrine.Wouldst thou live to wander wan?Dearest, never! freedom con,And share my fearless halcyon.Life is all thy tangled sum,Then hold not so, fearful and numb,But come to me, dear husband, come,Come!”

“Come, my love, to love me; come!

Life is but the tangled sum

Of thy being’s bitter hum.

Tarry not, the days flit by;

Soon thy bloom shall wither: I

Proffer fruits that never fly.

Never; for thy brief decree

Folds in all eternity:

Nought survives thee; so to me

Come, to taste the liberal treasure

I bestrew whose name is Pleasure;

Share mine overflowing measure.

Ah! come to me; then will I show

All that thine utmost heart would know:

Laughter loud, and whispers low,

Ruddy joy, soft lips and kisses,

Opening out Life’s raptest blisses.

This thy Heaven; yea, whoso misses

This, shall slip the rarest worth

Possible to his strenuous girth,

In the delicious garden of Earth.

So come to me, dear love, my sweet,

Time and the Hours are all too fleet;

Quaff my goblet, rarely meet

For superb humanity.

Confines spurn; be large, be free;

’Tis thy true Felicity!

What is Duty’s blatant call?

I am Duty, I am All;

I am Beauty: none may fall

On aught supremer arm than mine;

I am God, I am divine;

Life’s uttermost largess is my shrine.

Wouldst thou live to wander wan?

Dearest, never! freedom con,

And share my fearless halcyon.

Life is all thy tangled sum,

Then hold not so, fearful and numb,

But come to me, dear husband, come,

Come!”

Wildered I hearkened; held my tremulous limbsAwhile, and heard, impassioned. From her eyesSoft messages flashed o’er their lidded brimsCoyly upon me. Throwing forth her armsShe yearned on me, her hair’s luxuriant guiseFalling carelessly and free, while she her charmsSpun, threading in her woof of thought. The air,Murmuring her music yet, hung over meAs heaving breast to breast we stood, surmiseHolding me feeble and faint, ecstatically.Then did I burst awayRestraint; tossing off wrinkled CareI strode toward the dear Angel of my Dream.Nigh had I touched her palm; when, swift and clear,Loud with the trumpet’s tongue, imperative,Dulcent to hear,A Voice of awful import thundered—“Stay!”Sudden I reared. As doth revulsion giveThought interwound with thought, so did it seemI hung halting. Furtively, distractedly,I cast my gaze about, so to divineWhence the high edict sprang. The Ogre blearWas gone: fled with its eye malignAs it had never been. Far up the coursePrecipitous and steep I seemed to see,Anew upon my eyes, a burning domeScintillating, radiating from its sourceA hesitant gleam adown the path. EntrancedI hung upon the sight.Then fear fell on me; for from thence did come,Stately, magnificent, tenfold more brightThan the sun’s vivid noontide, crystal-clear,A Shape surpassing loveliness. On my thoughtPaled all things else save that transcendent Fear.Steadily it advanced:From small to great, from great unreckonable,Stately, deliberative, supreme, of portSerene and lofty, steadily so it cameSweeping the callow path. Struck with its spellI burned with aching eyes. Subtly a FlameEncircled it, of silver and of gold,Sardine and jasper iridescent, blue,Purple and exquisite scarlet, all inwroughtTo one pure hue too vivid to behold.So as it nearer swept I threwMy face upon the dust, and thrust my eyesUpon my veiling palms, dizzy to death,Sick with amaze; when a most mellow breathSoftly outspake,“Frail child of Man, arise!For I would speak with thee!”No choice had ISave to obey that voice imperative;However it seemed to me to look and liveCrost opposite elements. Dazedly I castUpward a timorous glance, encountered bySo mellow a gaze; wherein which very beamI touched sustaining succour. Towering vastHe stood dilate with wonder; and did seemTo crowd the heavens with majesty, tho’ withinMy wandering vision. Neath his snowy hair,Lit with intrinsic brilliance, shone his eyes,Where loomed long mysteries of eternity.His misty brow domed firmamental-wise,Swelling beneath its locks. ’Twas wondrous fair:Fair unto tottering thought! His very robes,Like the unblemished snow, thrice-purged, whereinFlowed his proportions spacious, moved and shoneInstinct with sinuous life. HesitantlyI stammered—“Stranger fair, thy Name! ForgiveMy curious temper! Yield me strength to live!”He bent on me twin eyes: and spake.Then did the whirling stars and heavenly globes,The ravenous winds, awake,And hang in poise ecstatic. Sweet uponMy aching ears, incontinent of such blissCelestial, there awoke a halcyonOf various, high, mellifluous harmony:In measures like to this:“Wouldst thou my Name,Mortal immortal; wouldst acquaint thy thoughtWith my Renown? How shall I tell it thee?Speech may not utter it, for words are wroughtEmpirical, in the stout smithy of life.Couldst thou envisage its supremacyThen were toil done; and the pure spirit’s strife,Tempering the thew withal, wrought purposelessAnd cheap. Considerest thou not Man’s Aim,The Ages down, to utter Loveliness,Or to plumb Truth, to measure Equity,Or Justice poise; affixing phrases soUnto what trailing robes he sees. These allAm I, one and complete. When he shall knowFreedom, deck on a larger life, each thrallCorporeal shudder off, standing superb,Munificent, then shall he see me faceTo spiritous face: till then must I disturbHis manifold sense, to win him worthy of me.Before his soul awoke was I: nay, more,I touched his thought to life. From forth of noughtI bad him issue, setting my seal thereon:—So doth the veriest hind of all his raceGrope tentative after me. Then when he boreManhood erect, unparagoned, uponEarth’s lucent air I woke the soul of songChoired by the sons of morning. All the courtOf glittering Heaven, in the dread womb of Night;The stately march celestial; throng on throngWheeling from gloom to gloom, in perilous flightOver the unsearched deeps; the air; the seas;The bountiful Earth;—my handiwork were theseIn the wide crucibles of steady Time.Withal, tho’ such I seem to be,Yet am I not at all: the voiceless clodOwns substance more than I. Spaceless, sublime,I am the Breath Divine; the Voice of God;His concentrate Radiation: thence wend I,Thither to trend again, dependently;Aerial, effulgent, winging the formless deeps.Ecstatic Wisdom called they me awhileWho touched my billowy robes. Yet, tho’ I plyAuthoritative edict, bidding theeHeed, as my fount is high, my voice o’erleapsArticular creed, swift to thy resonant soulBrooding deliberative. Well knowest thouThat evanescent languors do beguileThe soul’s high bent. Wherefore,—save that thine eyeHath glimpsed a billowy Vision, subtly spun,Floating upon thy thought, of high controlFashioning a peerless state, noble and pure,Whose stately essence not the clammy browOf Death shall dissipate? Thou dreamest this:And this I utter now. That thou wouldst notForego the Tempter’s vivid lure,Most truly tell I, Pleasure is not oneBut twain, nor think licentious libertine blissBefits the splendour of thy soul, begotDivine, bred for eternal pride. AboveEach fell delight, debased upon the soil,Soars a pure counterpart, winging the air:Thou canst but lust upon the one; but LoveImpassioned doth the other wake. ’Tis toil;I cloak it not; yet ’tis a joy that bides,Swelling the more the hoarier, till Day dawnAnd shadows flit away. Decide thee then!Cast thy free choice! These portals lead thee where,Soul-plumed, new realms upon thy flight are borne.Brace up thy thew! Tread out this path, that guidesWhither pure bliss shall rock thy dizzy ken,And end thy weary coil!”

Wildered I hearkened; held my tremulous limbs

Awhile, and heard, impassioned. From her eyes

Soft messages flashed o’er their lidded brims

Coyly upon me. Throwing forth her arms

She yearned on me, her hair’s luxuriant guise

Falling carelessly and free, while she her charms

Spun, threading in her woof of thought. The air,

Murmuring her music yet, hung over me

As heaving breast to breast we stood, surmise

Holding me feeble and faint, ecstatically.

Then did I burst away

Restraint; tossing off wrinkled Care

I strode toward the dear Angel of my Dream.

Nigh had I touched her palm; when, swift and clear,

Loud with the trumpet’s tongue, imperative,

Dulcent to hear,

A Voice of awful import thundered—

“Stay!”

Sudden I reared. As doth revulsion give

Thought interwound with thought, so did it seem

I hung halting. Furtively, distractedly,

I cast my gaze about, so to divine

Whence the high edict sprang. The Ogre blear

Was gone: fled with its eye malign

As it had never been. Far up the course

Precipitous and steep I seemed to see,

Anew upon my eyes, a burning dome

Scintillating, radiating from its source

A hesitant gleam adown the path. Entranced

I hung upon the sight.

Then fear fell on me; for from thence did come,

Stately, magnificent, tenfold more bright

Than the sun’s vivid noontide, crystal-clear,

A Shape surpassing loveliness. On my thought

Paled all things else save that transcendent Fear.

Steadily it advanced:

From small to great, from great unreckonable,

Stately, deliberative, supreme, of port

Serene and lofty, steadily so it came

Sweeping the callow path. Struck with its spell

I burned with aching eyes. Subtly a Flame

Encircled it, of silver and of gold,

Sardine and jasper iridescent, blue,

Purple and exquisite scarlet, all inwrought

To one pure hue too vivid to behold.

So as it nearer swept I threw

My face upon the dust, and thrust my eyes

Upon my veiling palms, dizzy to death,

Sick with amaze; when a most mellow breath

Softly outspake,

“Frail child of Man, arise!

For I would speak with thee!”

No choice had I

Save to obey that voice imperative;

However it seemed to me to look and live

Crost opposite elements. Dazedly I cast

Upward a timorous glance, encountered by

So mellow a gaze; wherein which very beam

I touched sustaining succour. Towering vast

He stood dilate with wonder; and did seem

To crowd the heavens with majesty, tho’ within

My wandering vision. Neath his snowy hair,

Lit with intrinsic brilliance, shone his eyes,

Where loomed long mysteries of eternity.

His misty brow domed firmamental-wise,

Swelling beneath its locks. ’Twas wondrous fair:

Fair unto tottering thought! His very robes,

Like the unblemished snow, thrice-purged, wherein

Flowed his proportions spacious, moved and shone

Instinct with sinuous life. Hesitantly

I stammered—

“Stranger fair, thy Name! Forgive

My curious temper! Yield me strength to live!”

He bent on me twin eyes: and spake.

Then did the whirling stars and heavenly globes,

The ravenous winds, awake,

And hang in poise ecstatic. Sweet upon

My aching ears, incontinent of such bliss

Celestial, there awoke a halcyon

Of various, high, mellifluous harmony:

In measures like to this:

“Wouldst thou my Name,

Mortal immortal; wouldst acquaint thy thought

With my Renown? How shall I tell it thee?

Speech may not utter it, for words are wrought

Empirical, in the stout smithy of life.

Couldst thou envisage its supremacy

Then were toil done; and the pure spirit’s strife,

Tempering the thew withal, wrought purposeless

And cheap. Considerest thou not Man’s Aim,

The Ages down, to utter Loveliness,

Or to plumb Truth, to measure Equity,

Or Justice poise; affixing phrases so

Unto what trailing robes he sees. These all

Am I, one and complete. When he shall know

Freedom, deck on a larger life, each thrall

Corporeal shudder off, standing superb,

Munificent, then shall he see me face

To spiritous face: till then must I disturb

His manifold sense, to win him worthy of me.

Before his soul awoke was I: nay, more,

I touched his thought to life. From forth of nought

I bad him issue, setting my seal thereon:—

So doth the veriest hind of all his race

Grope tentative after me. Then when he bore

Manhood erect, unparagoned, upon

Earth’s lucent air I woke the soul of song

Choired by the sons of morning. All the court

Of glittering Heaven, in the dread womb of Night;

The stately march celestial; throng on throng

Wheeling from gloom to gloom, in perilous flight

Over the unsearched deeps; the air; the seas;

The bountiful Earth;—my handiwork were these

In the wide crucibles of steady Time.

Withal, tho’ such I seem to be,

Yet am I not at all: the voiceless clod

Owns substance more than I. Spaceless, sublime,

I am the Breath Divine; the Voice of God;

His concentrate Radiation: thence wend I,

Thither to trend again, dependently;

Aerial, effulgent, winging the formless deeps.

Ecstatic Wisdom called they me awhile

Who touched my billowy robes. Yet, tho’ I ply

Authoritative edict, bidding thee

Heed, as my fount is high, my voice o’erleaps

Articular creed, swift to thy resonant soul

Brooding deliberative. Well knowest thou

That evanescent languors do beguile

The soul’s high bent. Wherefore,—save that thine eye

Hath glimpsed a billowy Vision, subtly spun,

Floating upon thy thought, of high control

Fashioning a peerless state, noble and pure,

Whose stately essence not the clammy brow

Of Death shall dissipate? Thou dreamest this:

And this I utter now. That thou wouldst not

Forego the Tempter’s vivid lure,

Most truly tell I, Pleasure is not one

But twain, nor think licentious libertine bliss

Befits the splendour of thy soul, begot

Divine, bred for eternal pride. Above

Each fell delight, debased upon the soil,

Soars a pure counterpart, winging the air:

Thou canst but lust upon the one; but Love

Impassioned doth the other wake. ’Tis toil;

I cloak it not; yet ’tis a joy that bides,

Swelling the more the hoarier, till Day dawn

And shadows flit away. Decide thee then!

Cast thy free choice! These portals lead thee where,

Soul-plumed, new realms upon thy flight are borne.

Brace up thy thew! Tread out this path, that guides

Whither pure bliss shall rock thy dizzy ken,

And end thy weary coil!”

Wondering the Angel bound me; scarce a glanceTurned I away upon yon Harlot nude,Chasteless and brazen, touching my coarser senseDistastefully; not wholly impotent.In visionary moodHung I, swoll’n on the flow of eloquenceTo thought on thought. Nor less did ravishment,Exhaling music on its wing, uplift my soul,Gazing upon that beauteous Eminence.Enthralled so was I held. Then as my tranceBated awhile, I searched my tongue’s control.

Wondering the Angel bound me; scarce a glance

Turned I away upon yon Harlot nude,

Chasteless and brazen, touching my coarser sense

Distastefully; not wholly impotent.

In visionary mood

Hung I, swoll’n on the flow of eloquence

To thought on thought. Nor less did ravishment,

Exhaling music on its wing, uplift my soul,

Gazing upon that beauteous Eminence.

Enthralled so was I held. Then as my trance

Bated awhile, I searched my tongue’s control.

“Ecstatic Flame!” I broke, “yet would I knowFurther one thing. Truly I bow before thee!I yield my due of homage; I adore thee,Eternal Radiance from on high! Thou brightImage immortal! Yet, do I tempt the throeOf yon steep way, what strength shall flush my thewSinking amid its steeps? Yea, as I wooIts delicate largess, if my feeble mightFail of its scintillant goal, what then? What deed,What earnest, decks my quest, so to exchangeFor problematical bliss the vivid rangeOf present sweets. Fool I to chance the meedOf dusk futurity for the portion sprungFlashing upon my sight! Forgive this tongueImperious, recalcitrant; yet sure,I utter freely, speaking as I readDiverse each several lure.”

“Ecstatic Flame!” I broke, “yet would I know

Further one thing. Truly I bow before thee!

I yield my due of homage; I adore thee,

Eternal Radiance from on high! Thou bright

Image immortal! Yet, do I tempt the throe

Of yon steep way, what strength shall flush my thew

Sinking amid its steeps? Yea, as I woo

Its delicate largess, if my feeble might

Fail of its scintillant goal, what then? What deed,

What earnest, decks my quest, so to exchange

For problematical bliss the vivid range

Of present sweets. Fool I to chance the meed

Of dusk futurity for the portion sprung

Flashing upon my sight! Forgive this tongue

Imperious, recalcitrant; yet sure,

I utter freely, speaking as I read

Diverse each several lure.”

Tranquil, immovable, in a mien that wonMe wholly out, respondent it begun:—“The choice thine own; cast as thou wilt: ’tis mineBut to declare the Truth. Who shall assignAright his lot, him shall I flush with strength,Leaping from might to might. Each vision trueOpens to wider bliss: each vanquished thrallTouches to larger freedom; lea on leaBounding to vision to Life’s uttermost length.I woo not, but am woo’d; and yet withalWoo I; imperative my lineaments wooFor sheer vitality. Thus shall I thee.Think’st thou the end shall fail? Who perseveresAssuredly shall clasp the ultimate goal;If ultimate goal there be, for bliss shall rollBoundless before thy view. I say not fearsShall cease, that strife shall vanish, or that allConjured rhapsodical, dispassionatelyShall swim in peace. Nay, all thy passionate daysShall reach from peak to peak, trial amid,Gainsayers athwart, waking Life’s deepest zest.Yet shall the goal gleam rare before thy gaze;And if upon thy quest,Sinking dispirited, the goal be hidWrapt in a gloomy mist, ’twill pass awhile,And thou be all thy strenuous self again. AllyThyself to me, nor seek thee to beguileIdly the transient hours, and all that IHave shown before thy sight fulfilled shall be.I say ’t; and am its earnest eternally.”

Tranquil, immovable, in a mien that won

Me wholly out, respondent it begun:—

“The choice thine own; cast as thou wilt: ’tis mine

But to declare the Truth. Who shall assign

Aright his lot, him shall I flush with strength,

Leaping from might to might. Each vision true

Opens to wider bliss: each vanquished thrall

Touches to larger freedom; lea on lea

Bounding to vision to Life’s uttermost length.

I woo not, but am woo’d; and yet withal

Woo I; imperative my lineaments woo

For sheer vitality. Thus shall I thee.

Think’st thou the end shall fail? Who perseveres

Assuredly shall clasp the ultimate goal;

If ultimate goal there be, for bliss shall roll

Boundless before thy view. I say not fears

Shall cease, that strife shall vanish, or that all

Conjured rhapsodical, dispassionately

Shall swim in peace. Nay, all thy passionate days

Shall reach from peak to peak, trial amid,

Gainsayers athwart, waking Life’s deepest zest.

Yet shall the goal gleam rare before thy gaze;

And if upon thy quest,

Sinking dispirited, the goal be hid

Wrapt in a gloomy mist, ’twill pass awhile,

And thou be all thy strenuous self again. Ally

Thyself to me, nor seek thee to beguile

Idly the transient hours, and all that I

Have shown before thy sight fulfilled shall be.

I say ’t; and am its earnest eternally.”

And then methought I stood on quaking limb,Forth to proceed upon that wizard way.Heaven-high the portals towered above me; dimStretched the precipitous path, tortuous and grey,Leaping from crag to crag. Then all the gloomSeized fast about me, as with hesitant strideI took its edge initiative. Yet onWent I, holding a dauntless prideSteady within me; on and on, uponThe slippery crags, amid the dunes and meres,Poised oft o’er bottomless pits, turning besidePitiless tarns, brackish with mortal tears.As forth I strode, fairer and yet more fairShone the horizon; rarer did illumeIts scintillant goal my passage lofty and strait.And my high Mentor, steady before my eye,Shone so exceeding beauteous, more and more,Increasing so in clarity, scope, and air,That a wild ecstasy possessed my thought,Riotous and fervid in me. SteadilySo followed I, with resolute thew where’erIt led me forth, casting no glance away:Thus on, yet on; waning and waxing on.Yet, as I sped, methought a dizzy shoreBeguiled my feet aside, so to descryWhat depths the abysm held. Pallid and wanShrank my Instructor on my curious eye.Treading its perilous edge I did essayTo plumb the gulf, with darkness doubly fraught;When, gazing with profound intent, a windBroke with an awful triumph up its steepEmbankments jagged forth on me.All terror-strick’n upstarted I, to find’Twas but the embers crumbling in the grate,Loud on the icy Night. Awakened soMusing I stood to recollect, and lo!My lips had formed to prayer.—Then thro’ the gloom I gat me to my sleep.

And then methought I stood on quaking limb,

Forth to proceed upon that wizard way.

Heaven-high the portals towered above me; dim

Stretched the precipitous path, tortuous and grey,

Leaping from crag to crag. Then all the gloom

Seized fast about me, as with hesitant stride

I took its edge initiative. Yet on

Went I, holding a dauntless pride

Steady within me; on and on, upon

The slippery crags, amid the dunes and meres,

Poised oft o’er bottomless pits, turning beside

Pitiless tarns, brackish with mortal tears.

As forth I strode, fairer and yet more fair

Shone the horizon; rarer did illume

Its scintillant goal my passage lofty and strait.

And my high Mentor, steady before my eye,

Shone so exceeding beauteous, more and more,

Increasing so in clarity, scope, and air,

That a wild ecstasy possessed my thought,

Riotous and fervid in me. Steadily

So followed I, with resolute thew where’er

It led me forth, casting no glance away:

Thus on, yet on; waning and waxing on.

Yet, as I sped, methought a dizzy shore

Beguiled my feet aside, so to descry

What depths the abysm held. Pallid and wan

Shrank my Instructor on my curious eye.

Treading its perilous edge I did essay

To plumb the gulf, with darkness doubly fraught;

When, gazing with profound intent, a wind

Broke with an awful triumph up its steep

Embankments jagged forth on me.

All terror-strick’n upstarted I, to find

’Twas but the embers crumbling in the grate,

Loud on the icy Night. Awakened so

Musing I stood to recollect, and lo!

My lips had formed to prayer.—

Then thro’ the gloom I gat me to my sleep.

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