Southern garland . and enter in :Straightway w^alk into Paradise, And let your time as a god begin. Here in the Attic all things fade. And dwindle into their ow^n small size; Brain-fires burn w^hen the coals go stars shine in with solacing eyes. And w^eave a ladder into the wave and beckon until we dare The first frail foot-hold. Then they turnAnd veil their windows and leave us there. Low^ and alone on the silver attic window^ out of our sight. The stars gates hidden in shining ladder our only light. Rolled in the mighty atmosphere DrCSIItS We stumble he
Southern garland . and enter in :Straightway w^alk into Paradise, And let your time as a god begin. Here in the Attic all things fade. And dwindle into their ow^n small size; Brain-fires burn w^hen the coals go stars shine in with solacing eyes. And w^eave a ladder into the wave and beckon until we dare The first frail foot-hold. Then they turnAnd veil their windows and leave us there. Low^ and alone on the silver attic window^ out of our sight. The stars gates hidden in shining ladder our only light. Rolled in the mighty atmosphere DrCSIItS We stumble heavenwards bar by bar, ill Through the midnights, till feet refuse, reel and tremble—and theres the star ! What if the Attic had not been! A silver ladder would never dareDow^n the stars to the basement w^orld Whose dirt would tarnish the shining stair. Open the door with the rusty key. Close and lock it, and enter in ;Straightway walk into Paradise, And let your time as a god begin. ^ Dreamt in Oh, to begin again . . I ^ H, to begin again! Not from the first, but tlie threads fafl whereTangles too bitter grow. Oh, to begin, and lookStraight into everything! Seeing without the beamOf old traditioning. Kow would I see thee. Death ? Mother with melting to waft her child Into some Paradise, Whether of rest or joy, Laughter or w^hat w^ould satisfy Each childs unspoken mood : Mother with loving , in tenderness, All the w^orlds unto her,Even the miotherless. Ho^ would I see thee, Love ? Casting traditions beamOut of my eyes. Ah, Love! Swift little fiery gleam. Faded before it breaksInto ihe hearts recess, Where the black shadows lurfcIn languid loneliness. Faded and passed away,Turning the shadows there Colder and deadlierAfter that golden glare. Dreamsin Tlowcr. How^ w^ould I see thee, Truth ? Fought for so patiently ;Ah, for the Wounded Hands! Ah, for the Agony! Must I behold in thee Only a sacrifice^Eons have
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