Collected Works (Vol. II)

180 THE SWORD OF SONG Destroying passion, feeling, thought, 630 The very practice you have sought Unconscious, when you work the best. I carry on one step firm-pressed Further than you the path, and you For all my trouble, comment : “ True! 635 “ Auto-hypnosis. Very quaint!” No one supposes me a Saint—* Some Saints to wrath would be inclined With such a provocation pecked ! But I remember and reflect , 640 That anger makes a person blind, And my own “ Chittam” I’d neglect. Besides, it’s you, and you, I find, Are but a mode of my own mind. Objectivity of But then you argue, and with sense ; 645 universe not ‘‘T have this worthy evidence discussed. That things are real, since I cease The painter’s ecstasy of peace, And find them all unchanged.” To-day I cannot brush that doubt away ; 650 It leads to tedious argument Uncertain, in the best event : Unless, indeed, I should invoke The fourth dimension, clear the smoke Psychology still leaves. This question G55 Needs a more adequate digestion. Yet I may answer that the universe Of meditation suffers less From tuime’s insufferable stress Than that ot matter. On, thou puny verse ! 660 Weak tide of rhyme! Another argument Will block the railway train of blague you meant To run me over with. ‘This world Or that? We'll keep the question furled. ~rveferability of But, surely, (let me corner you !) ‘on- You wish the painter-mood were true! G66 To leave the hateful world, and see Perish the whole Academy ; So you remain for ever sated, On your own picture concentrated ! 670