This were my grierdon : to fade utterly
Into the rose-heart of that sangxiine
vase,
And lose my purpose in its silent sea,
And lose my life,
and find my life, and pass
Up to the
sea that
is as molten glass.
I mind me of that old Egyptian,
Met where Aurora streamed her rainbow hair,
Who called me from the quest.
An holy man
!
A crown of light scintillant in the air
Shone over him : he bade
me not despair.
" The Blood of the Osiris
" was his word
:
(Meaning
the
Christ?)
"The
life,
the
tears,
the
tomb !
" The Love of I sis is its name
! "
(I heard
This for the love of Mary.)
In her womb
Brews the Elixir, and the roses bloom.
For the Three Maries
(so he said) were
One
:
Three aspects
of the mystic spouse
of God,
Isis
!
This pagan
!
" Look towards the Sun "
(Quoth
he) " And seek a winepress to be trod ;
" With Beauty girdled, garlanded, and
shod.