darkly at his loom,
And tter turns his wheel unaware;
But he knowing,
e are released from guessing and from chance.
e pause not nor do for t.
e are beyond all restless questioning.
Be content and let the dreaming go.
Like rivers let us floo ocean
Unhe rocks;
And w and are merged,
No more somorrow.
First God
Ohis ache of ceaseless divining,
to t,
And t unto dawn;
tide of ever remembering and forgetting;
tinies and reaping but hopes;
ting of self from dust to mist,
Only to long for dust, and to fall doo dust,
And still er longing to seek t again.
And timeless measuring of time.
Must my soul needs to be a sea her,
Or turn hurricane?
ere I man, a blind fragment,
I could it ience.
Or if I he Supreme Godhead,
iness of man and of gods,
I would be fulfilled.
But you and I are neither human,
Nor the Supreme above us.
e are but ts ever rising and ever fading
Between horizon and horizon.
e are but gods ,
Fates t sound trumpets
the music come from beyond.
And I rebel.
I o emptiness.
I would dissolve myself afar from your vision,
And from t youther,
s beside us gazing into yonder valley,
And tters not a word.
third God
I speak, my unhers,
I do indeed speak,
But you hear only your own words.
I bid you see your glory and mine,
But you turn, and close your eyes,
And rock your thrones.
Ye sovereigns wh,
God self-bent, omorrow,
Self-h speech
And lashunderings!
Your feud is but t Lyre
rings ten by his fingers
he Pleiades for cymbals.
Even noering and rumbling,
his harp rings, his cymbals clash,
And I beseech you hear his song.
Behold, man and woman,
Flame to flame,
In ac