AMBERGRIS 
135 
The Gods, and all the Kin of Breath. 
I come from the sequestered state ; 
My birth is from the House of Death. 
 
Hail !  ye twin hawks high pinnacled 
That watch upon the universe ! 
Ye that the bier of God beheld ! 
That bore it onwards, ministers 
Of peace within the House of Wrath, 
Servants of him that cometh forth 
At dawn with many coloured lights 
Mounting from underneath the North, 
The shrine of the celestial Heights ! 
 
He is in me, and I in Him ! 
Mine is the crystal radiance 
That filleth æthyr to the brim 
Wherein all stars and suns may dance. 
I am the beautiful and glad, 
Rejoicing in the golden day. 
I am the spirit silken-clad 
That fareth on the fiery way. 
I have escaped from Him, whose eyes 
Are closed at eventide, and wise 
To drag thee to the House of Wrong :— 
I am armed !  I am armed !  I am strong !  I am strong ! 
I make my way :  opposing horns 
Of secret foemen push their lust 
In vain :  my song their fury scorns ; 
They sink, they grovel in the dust. 
 
Hail, self-created Lord of Night ! 
Inscrutable and infinite ! 
Let Orpheus journey forth to see 
The Disk in peace and victory ! 
Let him adore the splendid sight, 
The radiance of the Heaven of Nu ; 
Soar like a bird, laved by the light, 
To pierce the far eternal blue !