(S 1)
This world of bliss he saw and felt its call,
But found no way to enter into its joy;
Across the conscious gulf there was no bridge.
(S 2)
A darker air encircled still his soul
445 Tied to an image of unquiet life.
(S 3)
In spite of yearning mind and longing sense,
To a sad Thought by grey experience formed
And a vision dimmed by care and sorrow and sleep
All this seemed only a bright desirable dream
450 Conceived in a longing distance by the heart
Of one who walks in the shadow of earth-pain.
(S 4)
Although he once had felt the Eternal’s clasp,
Too near to suffering worlds his nature lived,
And where he stood were entrances of Night.
(S 5)
455 Hardly, too close beset by the world’s care, EoS
Can the dense mould in which we have been made
Return sheer joy to joy, pure light to light.
(S 6)
For its tormented will to think and live
First to a mingled pain and pleasure woke
460 And still it keeps the habit of its birth:
A dire duality is our way to be.
(S 7)
In the crude beginnings of this mortal world
Life was not nor mind’s play nor heart’s desire.
(S 8)
When earth was built in the unconscious Void EoS
465 And nothing was save a material scene,
Identified with sea and sky and stone
Her young gods yearned for the release of souls
Asleep in objects, vague, inanimate.
(S 9)
In that desolate grandeur, in that beauty bare,
470 In the deaf stillness, mid the unheeded sounds,
Heavy was the uncommunicated load
Of Godhead in a world that had no needs;
For none was there to feel or to receive.
(S 10)
This solid mass which brooked no throb of sense
475 Could not contain their vast creative urge:
Immersed no more in Matter’s harmony,
The Spirit lost its statuesque repose.
(S 11)
In the uncaring trance it groped for sight,
Passioned for the movements of a conscious heart,
480 Famishing for speech and thought and joy and love,
In the dumb insensitive wheeling day and night
Hungered for the beat of yearning and response.
(S 12)
The poised inconscience shaken with a touch, EoS
The intuitive Silence trembling with a name,
485 They cried to Life to invade the senseless mould
And in brute forms awake divinity.
(S 13)
A voice was heard on the mute rolling globe,
A murmur moaned in the unlistening Void.
(S 14)
A being seemed to breathe where once was none:
490 Something pent up in dead insentient depths,
Denied conscious existence, lost to joy,
Turned as if one asleep since dateless time.
(S 15)
Aware of its own buried reality, EoS
Remembering its forgotten self and right,
495 It yearned to know, to aspire, to enjoy, to live.
(S 16)
Life heard the call and left her native light.
(S 17)
Overflowing from her bright magnificent plane
On the rigid coil and sprawl of mortal Space,
Here too the gracious great-winged Angel poured
500 Her splendour and her swiftness and her bliss,
Hoping to fill a fair new world with joy.
(S 18)
As comes a goddess to a mortal’s breast EoS
And fills his days with her celestial clasp,
She stooped to make her home in transient shapes;
505 In Matter’s womb she cast the Immortal’s fire,
In the unfeeling Vast woke thought and hope,
Smote with her charm and beauty flesh and nerve
And forced delight on earth’s insensible frame.
(S 19)
Alive and clad with trees and herbs and flowers EoS
510 Earth’s great brown body smiled towards the skies,
Azure replied to azure in the sea’s laugh;
New sentient creatures filled the unseen depths,
Life’s glory and swiftness ran in the beauty of beasts,
Man dared and thought and met with his soul the world.
(S 20)
515 But while the magic breath was on its way, EoS
Before her gifts could reach our prisoned hearts,
A dark ambiguous Presence questioned all.
(S 21)
The secret Will that robes itself with Night
And offers to spirit the ordeal of the flesh,
520 Imposed a mystic mask of death and pain.
(S 22)
Interned now in the slow and suffering years EoS
Sojournsthe winged and wonderful wayfarer
And can no more recall her happier state,
But must obey the inert Inconscient’s law,
525 Insensible foundation of a world
In which blind limits are on beauty laid
And sorrow and joy as struggling comrades live.
(S 23)
A dim and dreadful muteness fell on her: EoS
Abolished was her subtle mighty spirit
530 And slain her boon of child-god happiness,
And all her glory into littleness turned
And all her sweetness into a maimed desire.
(S 24)
To feed death with her works is here life’s doom.
(S 25)
So veiled was her immortality that she seemed, EoS
535 Inflicting consciousness on unconscious things,
An episode in an eternal death,
A myth of being that must for ever cease.
(S 26)
Such was the evil mystery of her change.