The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

XL Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath seen the All; his mind is set To pass beyond that great Amen. Far hath he wandered; still to fret His soul against that Soul. He breaches The rhododendron forest-net, His body bloody with its leeches. Sternly he travelleth the crest Of a great mountain, far that reaches Toward the King-snows; the rains molest The knight, white wastes updriven of wind In sheets, in torrents, fiend-possessed, Up from the steaming plains of Ind. They cut his flesh, they chill his bones : Yet he feels naught; his mind is pinned To that one point where all the thrones Join to one lion-head of rock, Towering above all crests and cones 105