Do you think I do not know what the curse of
darkness means? the power in confusion?
Do you think I do not remember
the tyranny of establisht religions,
the would-be annihilating cloud of lies
and the despairing solar malevolence
that is rumord to lie back of these?
the madness of Kings?
But now, in thought of Him, the Lord of Night
stirs with verges of a radiance
that is in truth dark, darkening glances of an obscurity
Love seeks in love, Eros-Oberon
whose Palace is Night . Did I tell you,
as I meant to, He is all about me?
It is as if Night itself
meant to cherish me .
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The body of this thought must be a star.
This Mind is that fathomless darkness
racing out beyond itself, Time
pouring beyond time,
in the cast of whose scatterq sparklings,
seed drift of suns,
I am all water. I reflect
passages of what is moving as I catch it,
the shadow of the expanding depth,
the glance fugitive and sparkling
of but one among a million promises.
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In this world without kings
secretly in every thing kings are preparing.
See! a single leaf the chance light enhances
is annointed and
commands
my regard;
