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ARGONAUTAE
Life is the flaming of that flame.
Death is the naming of that name.
The forehead of the snake is bright
With one immortal star,
Lighting her coils with living light
To where the nenuphar
Sleeps for her couch. All darkness dreams
The thing that is not, only seems.
That star upon the serpent’s head
Is called the soul of man:
That light in shadows subtly shed
The glamour of life’s plan.
The sea whereon that lotus grows
Is thought’s abyss of tears and woes.
Leave Sirenusa! Even Greece
Forget! they are not there!
By worship cometh not the Peace,
The Silence not by prayer!
Leave the illusions, life and time
And death, and seek that star sublime—
Until the lotus and the sea
And snake no longer are,
And single through eternity
Exists alone the Star,
And utter Knowledge rise and cease
In that which is beyond the Peace!