The Soul of Osiris

126 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 !