Collected Works (Vol. II)

PENTECOST 183 755 760 765 “Tt ~T qo 780 785 790 Out ofa stlver Tube a Dart Shooting God's Spirit to her heart—*! This beats the orthodox Dove-Suitor ! What explanation could be cuter Than—Gabriel with a pea-shooter? In such a conflict I stand neuter. Degradation of But oh mistake not gold for pewter ! sential identity The plain fact is : materialise of all forms of What spiritual fact you choose, existence. And all such turn to folly—-lose The subtle splendour, and the wise Love and dear bliss of truth. Beware Lest your lewd laughter set a snare For any! Thus and only thus Will I admit a difference *Twixt spirit and the things of sense. What is the quarrel between us ?- Why do our thoughts so idly clatter? — I do not care one jot for matter, | One jot for spirit, while you say One is pure ether, one pure clay. I’ve talked too long : you’re very good— Practical ad- I only hope you’ve understood ! vice. Remember that ‘‘ conversion ” lurks Nowhere behind my words and works. Go home and think! my talk refined To the sheer needs of your own mind. You cannot bring God in the compass Of human thought? Up stick and thump ass! Let human thought itself expand— Bright Sun of Knowledge, in me rise! Lead me to those exalted skies To live and love and understand ! Paying no price, accepting nought— The Giver and the Gift are one With the Receiver—O thou Sun Of thought, of bliss transcending thought, Rise where division dies! Absorb In glory of the glowing orb Self and its shadow !