Orpheus

Of sevenfold twining worlds and sevenfold ways And nights made sevenfold of the sevenfold days All the vast scheme evolving into man, And upward, onward, through Olympian haze Into the crowning spiritual mist, Where spirit in the spirit may subsist, Evolve itself in the amazing plan Through many planes, as shining amethyst Melts to the sapphire’s sombre indigo, And lifts, still sapphire, to the ocean glow; Thence into emerald and the golden light, Till ruby crowns the river’s living flow And glory of colour in the sun’s own flame— Beyond, to colours without sense or name, Impossible to man, whose vivid sight Would blast him with their splendour as they came Flashing through spiritual space, withdrawn Now, and now flung triumphant in the dawn Not of mere sun’s rise, but before the birth Of a new system on the unfolded lawn Of space beyond the sceptre of the Gods! I, seeing all this, would foil Time’s periods For one small woman on this one mean earth, Would spoil the plan of the inane Abodes, 125