THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING
MARSYAS.
OLYMPAS.
MARSYAS.
Ay, but that reasoned thesis lacks
The impact of reality.
This vision is a battle-axe
Splitting the skull.
O pardon mel
But my soul faints, my stomach sinks.
Let me pass on!
My being drinks
The nectar-poison of the Sphinx.
This is a bitter medicine!
Black snare that I was taken inl
How one may pass I hardly know.
Maybe time never blots the track.
Black, black, intolerably black]
Go, spectre of the ages, go
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Suffice it that I passed beyond.
I found the secret of the bond
Of thought to thought through countless years,
Through many lives, in many spheres,
Brought to a point the dark design
Of this existence that is mine.
I knew my secret.
All I was
I brought into the burning-glass,
And all its focused light and heat
Charred all I am.
The rune's complete
When allI shall öe flashes by
Like a shadow on the sky.
Then I dropped my reasoning.
Vacant and accursed thing!
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