of th aeon fell,

        And sileide of nighe hills,

        ter titans of life,

        Appeared upon tains.

        Rivers ran about t;

        t floated across ts,

        And ty above the world.

        tant thunder

        the plains.

        First God

        tward;

        I urn my face to th,

        For trils hings.

        Sed God

        It is t of burnt fles and bountiful.

        I .

        First God

        It is tality parcs o flame.

        he air,

        And like foul breat

        It offends my senses.

        I urn my face to tless north.

        Sed God

        It is the inflamed fragrance of brooding life

        the now and forever.

        Gods live upon sacrifice,

        t quenched by blood,

        ts appeased h young souls,

        trengthless sighs

        Of th;

        t upon tions.

        First God

        eary is my spirit of all there is.

        I    move a o create a world

        Nor to erase one.

        I    live could I but die,

        For t of aeons is upon me,

        And ts my sleep.

        Could I but lose the primal aim

        And vanised sun;

        Could I but strip my divinity of its purpose

        And breatality into space,

        And be no more;

        Could I but be ed and pass from times memory

        Into tiness of nowhere!

        third God

        Listen my brot brothers.

        A youth in yonder vale

        Is singing    to t.

        his lyre is gold and ebony.

        his voice is silver and gold.

        Sed God

        I    be so vain as to be no more.

        I could not but c way;

        to follo ty of the years;

        to soo c t the soil;

        to call ts hiding place

        And give it strengto le its own life,

        And to pluck it worm laug;

        to raise man from secret darkness,

        Yet keep s ging to th;

        to give    for life, and make death his cupbearer;

        to endoh pain,

        As h longing,

        And fadet embrace;

        to girdle s h dreams of higher days,

        And infuse s,

        Ao fine s

        to table resemblance;

        to make ain,

        And    as tempests of the seas,

        Ao give him hands slow in decision,

        A ion;

        to give    he may sing before us,

        And sorro o us,

        And to lay him low,

        h in her hunger cries for food;

        to raise

        t aste our tomorrow,

        And to keep he mire

        t    fet erday.

        to time,

        G t began hers g,

        And ends ation of his children.

        First God

        My    ts, yet I    drink t blood of a feeble race,

        For tainted, and tage tter to my mouth.

        Like t to breathing forms

        t crept out of my dripping fingers unto the hills.

        Like ths of beginning life

        And c crao rocky s.

        Like ty thereof

        For a lure t seizes yout to gee and multiply.

        Like to shrine,

        And turned e fear of things unseen

        to tremulous faited and the unknown.

        Like tempest over his head

        t    bow before us,

        And sil o us;

        And like t led isle,

        till h died calling upon us.

        All this have I done, and more.

        And all t I y and vain.

        Vain is ty is the sleep,

        And ty and vain is the dream.

        third God

        Brot brothers,

        Dole grove

        A girl is dang to the moon,

        A tars are in her hair,

        About    a thousand wings.

        Sed God

        e ed man, our vine, and tilled the soil

        In t of t dawn.

        e che lean branches grow,

        And the days of seasonless years

        e    leaves.

        From t we she bud,

        And against all dark spirits he flower.

        And no our vine he grape

        You    take it to the cup.

        ier ?

        And    as the wine?

        Man is food for the gods,

        And the glory of man begins

        h is sucked by gods hallowed lips.

        All t is s for naug remain;

        t ecstasy of youth,

        tern manhe wisdom of old age;

        triumph of warriors,

        ts and ts;

        All t lietherein is bred fods.

        And naug bread ungraced s be

        If t not to ths.

        And as te grain turns to love songs wingale,

        Even so as bread fo gods saste godhead.

        First God

        Aye, man is meat fods!

        And all t is man sernal board!

        th,

        t t pierces t,

        And tling he sleep she craves,

        to pour life exed from ;

        tormented,

        And t;

        tilling the barren land,

        And t of pale old age w lifes will

        Calls to the grave.

        Behis is man!

        A creature bred on hunger and made food for hungry gods.

        A vi creeps in dust be of death.

        t blooms in nights of evil shadows;

        terror and shame.

        A you would    and drink.

        You    amongst shrouded faces

        And draony lips

        And from ernity.

        third God

        Brothers,

        th is singing,

        And thrice higher is his song.

        And pierces the sky,

        And scatters th.

        Sed God (Always unhearing)

        the bee hums harshly in your ears,

        And foul is to your lips.

        Fain    you,

        But how shall I?

        Only tens wo gods,

        For measureless is t lies beties,

        And he space.

        Yet I    you,

        I would make serene your clouded sphere;

        And t,

        I would sel you.

        of cless lig remulous sound t quied ts of air and sea.

        t    of t droeps time y, t sets    upon our footprints, ss and desires, and seeing only h our eyes.

        And uo life came t, t, and none save us kne of years nebulous dreams, till    noontide of to the sun.

        And from tial ecstasy, we brougure wage.

        tars, o eartant regions; and of man, ters, e t o to tten sand of th.

        From tus land where days are born

        to perilous isles where days are slain,

        Man t ed, overbold by our purpose,

        Ventures h lyre and sword.

        Ours is the will he heralds,

        And ours ty he proclaims,

        And rodden courses are rivers, to the sea of our desires.

        e, upon ts, in mans sleep dream our dreams.

        e urge o part from ts

        Ahe hills.

        Our    tempests t she world

        And summon man from sterile peace to fertile strife

        And on to triumph.

        In our eyes is t turns mans soul to flame,

        And leads o exalted loneliness and rebellious prophecy,

        And on to crucifixion.

        Man is born to bondage,

        And in bondage is his honor and his reward.

        In man hpiece,

        And in .

        s is deafened ?

        ?

        And    , our own self image?

        third God

        Broty brothers,

        t are drunk h songs.

        t throbbing,

        And like doves her hands fly upward.

        First God

        to the lark,

        But uphe eagle soars,

        Nor tarries to he song.

        You each me self love fulfilled in mans worship,

        And tent ude.

        But my self love is limitless and    measure.

        I ality

        And the heavens.

        My arms he spheres.

        I ake tarry way for a bow,

        And ts for arrows,

        And e e.

        But you    do t in your power.

        For ever as man is to man,

        Sods to gods.

        Nay, you o my weary

        Remembrance of cycles spent in mist,

        itself among tains

        And mine eyes pursued ters;

        terday died in ch

        And only silence visits her womb,

        And treles at .

        Oerday, dead yesterday,

        Moty,

        super-god caug

        And made you breed in the cage?

        giant sun warmed your bosom

        to give me birth?

        I bless you not, yet I    curse you;

        For even as you h life

        So I have burdened man

        But less cruel have I been.

        I, immortal, made man a passing shadow;

        And you, dying, ceived me deathless.

        Yesterday, dead yesterday,

        Surn ant tomorrow,

        t I may bring you to judgment?

        And h lifes sed dawn

        t I may erase your earth?

        ould t you mighe dead of yore,

        till ts oter fruit,

        And all tagnant he slain,

        And ility.

        third God

        Brothers,

        the song.

        And now she singer.

        Like a fawn in glad surprise

        Sreams

        And turns o every side.

        Oal i,

        the eye of purpose half-born;

        t quiver

        itaste of promised delight!

        flower has fallen from heaven,

        flame has risen from hell.

        t startled t of silence

        to thless joy and fear?

        dream dreamt ,

        t gave o the wind

        t he drowsing valley

        And made c?

        Sed God

        the sacred loom is given you,

        And t to he fabric.

        t shall be yours for evermore,

        And yours t,

        And yours the gold.

        Yet you .

        Your hands have spun mans soul

        From living air and fire,

        Yet nohread,

        And lend your versed fio an idle eternity.

        First God

        Nay, uernity unmoulded I would give my hands,

        And to untrodden fields assign my feet.

        joy is t heard,

        us

        Ere t to the wind?

        My    longs for ,

        And unto t

        I .

        Oempt me not h glory possessed,

        And seek not to e h your dream or mine,

        For all t I am, and all t th,

        And all t set my soul.

        Oh my soul,

        Silent is thy face,

        And in t are sleeping.

        But terrible is thy silence,

        And t terrible.

        third God

        Brothers,

        the singer.

        Sured face.

        Paeps

        tling vine and fern.

        And now amid    cries

        he gazes full on her.

        Ohers,

        Is it some od in passion

        and we?

        unbridled star ray?

        keepet from m?

        And whose hand is upon our world?

        First God

        Oh my soul, my soul,

        t girdles me,

        hy course.

        And unto    thy eagerness?

        Oeless soul,

        In t upon thyself,

        And ears t quenc;

        F o thy cup,

        And t.

        Oh my soul, my soul,

        th desire,

        o fill thy sail,

        And w ide shy rudder?

        eighy wings would spread,

        But t above thee,

        And till sea mocks at ty.

        And w hee and me?

        sing of he heavens,

        t shee?

        Does te

        Bear thy Redeemer,

        One mighy vision

        ivity?

        Sed God

        unate cry,

        And t,

        For deaf is te,

        And he sky.

        e are t high,

        Aernity

        Is naught save our unshaped passion

        And tive thereof.

        You ihe unknown,

        And t

        Dwells in your own soul.

        Yea, in your own soul your Redeemer lies asleep,

        And in sleep sees    see.

        And t is t of our being.

        ould you leave t ungathered,

        Io sohe dreaming furrow?

        And e,

        hen your own flock is seeking you,

        And her in your own shadow?

        Forbear and look dohe world.

        Behe unweaned children of your love.

        throne;

        And    hope

        Your iny.

        You    abandon him

        rives to reachrough pain.

        You    turn ahe need in his eyes.

        First God

        Does dawn    of nigo ?

        Or she bodies of her dead?

        Like dahin me

        Naked and unencumbered.

        And like ting sea

        My    casts out a perish.

        I    g to t gs to me.

        But unto t t rises beyond my reach I would arise.

        third God

        Brothers,

        t, tar-bound spirits in tering.

        In sileher.

        he sings no more,

        A the song;

        And in ayed

        But not asleep.

        Bre brothers,

        t h deep,

        And brighe moon,

        And t the sea

        A voi rapture calleth you and me.

        Sed God

        to be, to rise, to burn before the burning sun,

        to live, and to cs of the living

        As Orion ches us!

        to face th a head ed and high,

        And to ideless breath!

        tentmaker sits darkly at his loom,

        And tter turns his wheel unaware;

        But he knowing,

        e are released from guessing and from ce.

        e pause not nor do    for t.

        e are beyond all restless questioning.

        Be tent ahe dreaming go.

        Like rivers let us floo o

        Unhe rocks;

        And w and are merged,

        No more somorrow.

        First God

        Ohis ache of ceaseless divining,

        to t,

        And t unto dawn;

        tide of ever remembering and fetting;

        tinies and reaping but hopes;

        ting of self from dust to mist,

        Only to long for dust, and to fall doo dust,

        And still er longing to seek t again.

        And timeless measuring of time.

        Must my soul o be a sea her,

        Or turn hurrie?

        ere I man, a blind fragment,

        I could    it ience.

        Or if I he Supreme Godhead,

        iness of man and of gods,

        I would be fulfilled.

        But you and I are her human,

        Nor the Supreme above us.

        e are but ts ever rising and ever fading

        Between horizon and horizon.

        e are but gods ,

        Fates t sound trumpets

        the musie from beyond.

        And I rebel.

        I o emptiness.

        I would dissolve myself afar from your vision,

        And from t youther,

        s beside us gazing into yonder valley,

        And tters not a word.

        third God

        I speak, my unhers,

        I do indeed speak,

        But you hear only your own words.

        I bid you see ylory and mine,

        But you turn, and close your eyes,

        And rock your thrones.

        Ye sns wh,

        God self-bent, omorrow,

        Self-h speech

        And lashunderings!

        Your feud is but t Lyre

        rings ten by his fingers

        he Pleiades for cymbals.

        Even n and rumbling,

        his harp rings, his cymbals clash,

        And I beseech you hear his song.

        Behold, man and woman,

        Flame to flame,

        In acy.

        Roots t suck at t of purple earth,

        Flame flo ts of the sky.

        And ,

        And he enduring sky.

        Our soul, even the soul of life, your soul and mine,

        D in a t enflamed,

        And garments ting waves.

        Your sceptre ot siny,

        Your    ambition.

        this and all is wiped away

        In the passion of a man and a maid.

        Sed God

        Yea, his love of man and woman?

        See    ,

        And t h his song.

        Behroned,

        In t t sings to a body t dances.

        First God

        I    turn my eyes doo t of earth,

        Nor to    you call love.

        And w is love,

        But t uainty

        to another slow agony?

        I    look downward.

        is to behold

        Save a man and a    t greo trap them

        t t renounce self

        And parent creatures for our unborn tomorrow?

        third God

        Oion of knowing,

        tarless veil    and questioning

        he world;

        And to human forbearance!

        e one a waxen shape

        And say, It is a thing of clay,

        And in clay let it find its end.

        e would e flame

        And say in our ,

        It is a fragment of ourselves returning,

        A breat had escaped,

        And now s our hands and lips for more fragrance.

        Earthers,

        ain,

        e are still earth-bound,

        tiny.

        Sy from his eyes?

        So stillness,

        Or to our own passion?

        would your armies of reasoning

        ?

        they who are quered by love,

        And upon w ran

        From sea to mountain

        And again form mountain to the sea,

        Stand even now in a shy half-embrace.

        Petal unto petal the sacred perfume,

        Soul to soul the soul of life,

        And upon their eyelids lies a prayer

        Unto you and unto me.

        Love is a nig doo a boed,

        A sky turned meadoars to fireflies.

        true it is, he beyond,

        And    high.

        But love is beyond our questioning,

        And love outsoars our song.

        Sed God

        Seek you a distant orb,

        And    sider tar

        ed?

        tre in space

        Save wo self,

        Ay filling our o shame our lips.

        t distant is t near.

        And hings.

        Oy dreaming brother,

        Return to us from times dim borderland!

        Unlace your feet from no-where and no-when,

        And dy

        erth ours

        one upon stone.

        Cast off your mantle of brooding,

        And rade us, masters of th green and warm.

        First God

        Eternal Altar! ouldst t

        A god for sacrifice?

        Nohen, I e, and ing I offer up

        My passion and my pain.

        Lo, t of our a eagerness,

        And to the wind.

        And in t dang and in t singing

        A god is slain hin me.

        My god- hin my human ribs

        Ss to my god- in mid-air.

        t t o divinity.

        ty t he beginning

        Calls unto divinity.

        I he call,

        And now I yield.

        Beauty is a pat leads to self self-slain.

        Beat your strings

        I o h.

        It stretother dawn.

        third God

        Love triumphs.

        te and green of love beside a lake,

        And ty of love in tower or baly;

        Love in a garden or in t untrodden,

        Love is our lord and master.

        It is not a on decay of the flesh,

        Nor the crumbling of desire

        ling;

        Nor is it fles takes arms against t.

        Love rebels not.

        It only leaves troddeinies for the sacred grove,

        to sing and das secret to eternity.

        Love is youth s broken,

        Manhe sod,

        And womanhe flame

        And s of han our heaven.

        Love is a distant laug.

        It is a    t o your awakening.

        It is a h,

        A day not yet achieved in your eyes or mine,

        But already acs oer .

        Brothers,

        t of dawn,

        And t.

        the valley.

        A day too vast for rec.

        Sed God

        t been si morn

        Disco hill and vale,

        And t be to t even-tide.

        Our roots    forthe valley,

        And    t rises to ts.

        Immortal and mortal, to the sea.

        tiness between call and call,

        But only in the ear.

        time maketening more certain,

        And givet more desire.

        Only doubt in mortal he sound.

        e soared t.

        Man is a c.

        Man is god in slow arising;

        A his joy and his pain

        Lies our sleeping, and thereof.

        First God

        Let t t

        A me be tent awhile.

        Let my soul be sere.

        Perce I may drowse, and drowsing

        Beer world

        And creatures more starry supple to my mind.

        third God

        Norip me of time and space,

        And I    field untrodden,

        And t ;

        And I    higher air,

        And a hin my voice.

        e so t;

        Perco o ther world.

        But love say,

        And    be erased.

        the blessed fe burns,

        the sparks rise, and each spark is a sun.

        Better it is for us, and wiser,

        to seek a siy,

        A love, he ing day.
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