The Adventure of the Apocalypse

Nectarous night

Make me thy child, wrap round thy viewless vault,

Thy endlessly expanding ether's globe

Cherishing in its depth globules of God.

Star me within that sable mother-space,

Hushfully heavened by thy enfolding dream

Which without effort feeds all infant glows

To brighten and broaden into kingly seers

Thrilled with a universal harmony.

Then will I reach behind my own self's light

The Eternal who is birthless in things born,

Equal to pin-point and infinity,

Fused mother and child, one seer who is multiform,

Merger of the whole cosmic consciousness

In That which none can know but all can be!

O leave me wingless on the earth no more;

Bird me in thy dark dawning overhead,

Invisible ere the heart burns up, a love

Hungering to lose its life in the unknown!

How shall I laugh in the dust clouding my gaze

To the bliss beyond, whose quiet is new birth

Of every mortal dream as truth's gold fire?

Iraise to thee my flickering hands of clay,

Lean from thy dome of diamond secrecies,

Quench the pale longing of my dwarf despair,

Blow a great wind of mystery on small eyes,

Drive my diffuse blood-heat to the hidden heart

For one intensest ache to plunge in thee,

O nectarous night of superhuman trance!

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