XIV
Behold! I have said. The destiny obscure
Of this our deed obscure we shall not skry.
We know " no happy end! — but we endure,
Abiding as the Pole Star in the sky.
You mix your life in mine — then soul in soul
We shoot forth, meteors, travelling on and on
Far beyond Space to some dark-glimmering goal
Where never a sun or star hath risen or shone ;
Where we shall be the evil light beyond time,
Beyond space, beyond thought, supreme in deathless pang :
Nor shall a sound tnvade that hall of crime,
Only the champing of the insatiate fang
Of the undying worm our love, fast wed
Unto — no happy end, Behold! I have said.
— Th
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The Alchemist