That if man lack not purpose,
but succeed,
Reaching
in very deed
Impersonal
existence; — Lo !
Man is made
one with God, an equal
soul.
For he shall know
The harmony, the oneness
of the Whole.
This was my purpose.
Vain,
Ah vain
!
The Star of the Unconquered Will
Centred
its vehemence and light, to stain
In one successful strain,
The stainless sphere of the unchangeable.
With its own passionate, desperate
breath
Ever confronting
the dark gate of Death.
I passed
that gate !
O pitiful
!
The same
Mystery holds me, and the
flame
Of Life stands up, unbroken citadel.
Beyond my sight, vague,
far, intangible.
Broken
are will, and witchery, and prayer.
Remains
the life of earth,
which is but hell.
Destiny's
web, and my immense despair.
Landgrave.
Your words are terrible
!
We knew them true
Even while you sang.
But see ! the light of day !
Beauty in all things and—for you—true love !
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