Tannhäuser

I seek the mystery of Life and Time, The Key of all that is not and that is, And that which — climb, imagination ! climb ! — Transcends them both— the mystical abj'ss Where Mind and Being marry, and are Bliss. So have I journeyed —like a fool ! Ah, well ! Let pass self-scorn, as love of self is past ! But—am I further forward ? Who can tell ? God is the Complex as the Protoplast : He is the First (not " was"), and is the Last (Not " will be "). Then why travel ? To what end? What is the symbol I am set to find ? What is that burning heart of blood to spend Caught in a sunset with the night behind, The Grail of God ? I would that I were blind ! I would that I were desolate and dumb, Naked and poor ! That He might manifest A crimson glory subtly caught and come, An opal crucible of Alkahest ! And yet—what gain of vital gold expressed ? 22