Ambergris

42 AMBERGRIS Before me dwells the Holy One Anointed Beauty’s King ; Behind me, mightier than the Sun, To whom the cherubs sing, A strong archangel, known of none, Comes crowned and conquering. An angel stands on my right hand With strength of ocean’s wrath ; Upon my left the fiery brand, Charioted fire smites forth : Four great archangels to withstand The furies of the path. Flames on my front the fiery star, About me and around. Pillared, the sacred sun, afar, Six symphonies of sound ; Flames, as the Gods themselves that are ; Flames, in the abyss profound. The spread arms drop like thunder ! So Rings out the lordlier cry, Vibrating through the streams that flow In ether to the sky, The moving archipelago, Stars in their seigneury. Thine be the kingdom ! Thine the power ! The glory triply thine ! Thine, through Eternity’s swift hour Eternity, thy shrine Yea, by the holy lotus-flower, Even mine !