IN THE GREAT PYRAMID OF GHIZEH 
 
I SAW in a trance or a vision the web of the ages unfurled, 
flung wide with a scream of derision, a mockery mute of 
the world.  As it spread over sky I mapped it fair on a 
sheet of blue air with a hurricane pen.  I copy it here 
for men.  First on the ghostly adytum of pale mist that 
was the abyss of time and space (the stars all blotted out, 
poor faded nenuphars on the storm-sea of the infinite :) 
I wist a shapeless figure arise and cover all, its cloak an 
ancient pall, vaster and older than the skies of night, and 
blacker than all broken years—aye !  but it grew and 
held me in its grasp so that I felt its flesh, not clean 
sweet flesh of man but leprous white, and crawling with 
innumerable tears like worms, and pains like a sword-
severed asp, twitching, and loathlier than all mesh of hates 
and lusts, defiling ; nor any voice it had, nor any motion, 
it was infinite in its own world of horror, irredeemably 
bad as everywhere sunlit, being this world, forget not !  
being this world, this universe, the sum of all existence ; so 
that opposing fierce resistance to the all-law, stood loves 
and joys, delicate girls, and beautiful strong boys, and 
bearded men like gods, and golden things, and bright desires 
with wings, all beauties, and all truths of life poets have ever 
prized.  So showed the microscope, this agèd strife between 
all  forms ;  but  seen  afar,  seen  well  drawn  in  a  focus, 
 
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