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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. 
I hardly dare to hope the sun. 
 I seek the darkness, not the light. 
O Lord Harpocrates, be still 
The moveless centre of my will ! 
 
My sorrows are more manifold 
 Than His that bore the sins of man. 
My sins are like the starry fold, 
 My hopes their desolation wan. 
O Nuit, the starry one arise, 
And set thy starlight in my skies ! 
 
In darkness, in the void abyss, 
 I grope with vain despairing arms. 
The silence as a serpent is, 
 The rustle of the world alarms. 
O Horus, Light in Darkness, bless 
My failure with thine own success ! 
 
My suffering is keen as theirs 
 That in Amenti taste of death ; 
Not mine own pains create these prayers : 
 For them I claim the living Breath. 
O Lord Osiris, bend and bring 
All winters to thy sign of Spring ! 
 
Poor folly mine :  I cannot see 
 Save from one corner of one star ! 
So many millions over me ; 
 So many, and the next, how far !