darkly at his loom,

    And tter turns his wheel unaware;

    But he knowing,

    e are released from guessing and from chance.

    e pause not nor do  for t.

    e are beyond all restless questioning.

    Be content and let the dreaming go.

    Like rivers let us floo ocean

    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 forgetting;

    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 needs to be a sea her,

    Or turn hurricane?

    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 neither 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 music come 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