The Adventure of the Apocalypse

Triumph is all

I build Thee not on golden dreams

Nor on the wide world's winsomeness:

Deeper than all I set my love—

A faith that is foundationless!

Not only where Thy silver steps

Twinkle a night of nenuphars,

But everywhere I see Thy heaven:

I love the night between the stars.

O mine the smiling power to feel

A secret sun with blinded eyes,

And through a dreaming worship bear

As benediction wintry skies.

For ever in my heart I hear

A time-beat of eternal bliss.

White Omnipresence! where is fear?

The mouth of hell can be Thy kiss.

The whole world is my resting-place:

Thy beauty is my motherland:

Sweet enemies are wounds of age—

My body breaks but by Thy hand.

Triumph is all—as though beneath

An unseen flag of rapture's red

A beating of great drums went on

With every giant drummer dead!

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