On
the Threshold
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Throw wide thy gates, O Ageless Mystery,
Prone on thy threshold and outworn am I,
Baffled by lonely winds and heartless sky
And restless seas
Never at ease;
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I seek the ultimate truth
Not found in Youth.
Remove those bars ’gainst which I press
my face;
Unfold that vision which the eyes of space
Gaze at continually, as the star-clouds race
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Across the infinite
Dark paths of light.
Attune my ear to catch the silent song
Of myriad-teeming life, pulsing along
From living soul to soul
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Seeking some baffling goal.
Lead me beyond the garnerings of death
Who is the universe’s vital breath,
And wrecks all forms
With tides and storms,
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Till
I can touch the mighty moulding hand
On whose great palm star-systems lie like sand.
Break down all barriers which my thought confine,
Till I behold at last,
Out of the vast,
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Chaotic order shine.
Then shall I grasp, unvolumed and sublime,
The eternal poem in the heart of time,
Its mighty rhythm, its stupendous rhyme—
The epic pathos of the infinite Will
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Supreme and still. [Page 69] |
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