The Adventure of the Apocalypse

  Poems


Treasure

Treasure of the Infinite

Within a stretch of our hand!

But the key to the Infinite

Is hard to understand.


God's single Sun is lying,

Sealed in a trance of night—

Trickling one ray through the key-hole

To honey our twins of sight.


O what shall turn in the grooves,

Set free the Orb of gold

And burst a noon of knowledge

From mysteries untold?


Vainly we grope for the key,

To the ends of the earth we run,

While just a fragile finger

Making the sign of the One


Can touch through the narrow tunnel

The spring of the secret cry

With which the lid breaks open

The all-seeing central Eye!


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