Gargoyles

From this my voluntary pain, My dread initiation, long Desired and long deferred? The Master— Ts he the secret of the song, Portent of triumph or disaster The night wind breathes upon the air Still shimmering from the fearful heat? Can I still trust who have learned to dare? All others I have known effete, Bid them await. Who knows to-day The purpose of the dread essay? Surely I, earlier, further fared! I knew the deed that closes clay, Division’s sword by sense unbared, A living lie. The deep delusion! Dividuality—confusion ! These I unmasked of yore. - To-day The hideous blue, the hideous gold Of sky and sand their wrath unrolled, Their agony and hate proclaimed. . Is it that night shall kiss to peace The furious carnival that flamed Its ruinous ardour from the sun? 24,