Gargoyles

A FRAGMENT.' In the midst of the desert of Libya, on a mound of sand, lieth a young man alone and naked. Nightfall. NIGHT the voluptuous, night the chaste Spreads her dark limbs, a vaulted splendour, Above the intolerable waste. Night the august one, night the tender Queens it and brides it unto me. I am the soul serenely free; I dare to seek the austere ordeal That drags the hoodwink of the Real Back from the Maker’s livid eyes Lustred with hate. At noon I came Blind in the desert, saw the sun Leap o’er the edge, a fury of flame 1 Intended as the prologue to a history of an initiate in semi-dramatic form. 22