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Collected Works (Vol. III)
Collected Works (Vol. III) (1907), PDF p. 158
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ORPHEUS
As the children of Fear
In the Fear-God’s Power,
And their names disappear
As the fall of a flower!
The universe-day
(Whereof I am a second)
Shall fall away
And be no more reckoned;
Shall fall into ruin.
(Sad garden it grew in !)
Unguessed at, unknown,
Beyond them alone,
Is a space that is grey
As it caught them, and beckoned,
And lost them—their way
Is nor counted nor reckoned !
Inconceivable hollow,
Eternity’s womb!
Cataclysmal they follow,
Tomb hidden in tomb.
Keeled off and unspun,
Time’s fashion is done
In the ultimate
Abysses of fate.
‘Kons they swallow,
And swamp in the gloom,
Where Eternities follow
Their biers to their tomb.
ORPHEUS.
O Mother, O hollow
Sweet heart of the moon !
O matchless Apollo
That granted the tune !
Time’s children follow
The strings that commune
With Nature well cloven that comes to the
lyre’s lilt silver-hewn.
O bays of the wind,
And shoreland of Thrace!
O beaten and blind
In the light of my face !
Heaven thunders behind,
Hell shakes for a space,
As I fling the loud sound to the sky, and the
vaults of the Earth give place.
O mystical tune
Of a magic litten
Of music, the moon,
The stars unsmitten,
The sun, the unhewn
Stones deeply bitten
By runic fingers of time, where decrees of the
Fates are written !
Time listens, obeys me ;
All Nature replies ;
Nought avoids me, nor stays me,
Nor checks, nor defies.
Tribute she pays me
From seas unto skies,
But Death—shall he heed me or hear? shall
he list to the lyre and arise?
O thou who art seated,
Invisible king,
The never-defeated,
The shadowy thing !
What mortal hath greeted
Thy shrine, but shall sing
Not earthly but tunes of thine own, in the
vaults of Aornos that ring?
Nor caring nor hearing
For hearts that be bowed,
Nor hating nor fearing
Man’s crying aloud,
Solemnly spearing
The single, the crowd,
Thou sittest remote and alone, unprofane,
with due silence endowed !
I call thee by Nature,
My mother and friend !
By every creature !
By life and its end!
By love, the true teacher,
My chanting I send,
Invoking thy stature immense, the terrible
form of a fiend !
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