AMBERGRIS 
31 
“ Death is made change, and only change is dead.” 
For the most holy spirit of a man 
Burns through the limit of the wheels that ran 
Through all the unrelenting skies 
When Icarus died, 
And leaps, the flight of wise omnipotent eyes, 
When Dædalus espied 
An holy habitation for the shrine 
Solitary, mid the night of broken brine 
That foamed like starlight round the desolate shore. 
So to the mine of that crystalline ore 
Golden, the electric spark of man is drawn 
Deep in the bosom of the world, to soar 
New-fledged, an eagle to the dazzling dawn 
With lidless eyes undazzled, to arise, 
Song of the morning, to the Southern skies ; 
And fling its wild chant higher at the fall 
Of eve, and of bright Hyperion ; 
To mix its fire with dew, to call 
The spirit of the limitless air, made one 
In the amazing essence of all light 
Limitless, emanation of the might 
Of the great Light above all gods, the fire 
Of our supreme desire. 
So out of grievous labyrinths of the mind 
The soul’s desire may find 
Some passionate thread, the clear note of a bird, 
To make the dark ways of the gods as light, 
To bring forth music from slow chants unheard, 
And visions from the fathomless night. 
So is the spirit of the loftier man 
Made holy and most strong against his fate ; 
So is the desolate visage of the wan 
Lord of Amenti covered, and the gate 
Of Ra made perfect.  So the waters flow 
Over the earth, throughout the sea, 
Till all its deserts glow, 
And all its salt springs vanish, and night flee 
The pinions of the day wide-spread, and pure