AMBERGRIS 
85 
 
 
 
FROM THE ARGONAUTS 
 
At Prome 
 
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted 
at the glance 
Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blos-
soms dance 
With the light that stirs and lustres of the dawn, 
and with the bloom 
Of the wind’s cheek as it clusters from the hidden 
valley’s gloom : 
Then I walk in woodland spaces, musing on the 
solemn ways 
Of the immemorial places shut behind the starry 
rays ; 
Of the East and all its splendour, of the West and 
all its peace ; 
And the stubborn lights grow tender, and the hard 
sounds hush and cease. 
In the wheel of heaven revolving, mysteries of 
death and birth, 
In the womb of time dissolving, shape anew a 
heaven and earth 
Ever changing, ever growing, ever dwindling, ever 
dear, 
Ever worth the passion glowing to distil a doubtful 
tear. 
These are with me, these are of me, these approve 
me, these obey, 
Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, master of 
the night and day. 
These are real, these illusion :  I am of them, false 
or frail, 
True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirit’s shadow-
veil,