" Thus,"
riddled
he,
" thy
heart
shall
know
its
Peace ! "
Let be !
I ride upon the sand
instead,
Look to the Cross, whereon I take mine ease !
Let be !
Just so the Roman soldier said.
Esaias
?
He is dead— as I am dead
!
What was his symbol and his riddle's key ?
Go, seek
the stars and count them
and explore!
Go, sift the sands beyond a starless
sea !
So, find an answer where the dismal shore
Of time beats back eternity
!
No more
!
Let me ride on more
hastily than this.
That so my body may
be tired of me.
And fling me to the old forgetful kiss.
Sleep's, when my mind goes,
riderless and free.
Into some corner of eternity.
Alas ! that mind returns from its abode
With
newer
problems,
fiercer
thoughts !
But
stay
!
Suppose it came not ?
It must be with God !—
Then this dull house of gold and iron and clay
Is happy also— 'tis an easy way !
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