One Star in Sight

ONE STAR IN SIGHT Thy feet in mire, thine head in murk, O man, how piteous thy plight, The doubts that daunt, the ills that irk, Thou hast nor wit nor will to fight — How hope in heart, or worth in work ? No star in sight ! Thy gods proved puppets of the priest. “Truth ? All’s relation !” science sighed. In bondage with thy brother beast, Love tortured thee, as Love’s hope died And Lover’s faith rotted. Life no least Dim star descried. Thy cringing carrion cowered and crawled To find itself a chance-cast clod Whose Pain was purposeless; appalled That aimless accident thus trod Its agony, that void skies sprawled On the vain sod ! All souls eternally exist, Each individual, ultimate, Perfect — each makes itself a mist Of mind and flesh to celebrate With some twin mask their tender tryst Insatiate.