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At the Feet of The Mother

The Pilgrim of the Night.

I made an assignation with the Night;
In the abyss was fixed our rendezvous:
In my breast carrying God’s deathless light
I came her dark and dangerous heart to woo.

I left the glory of the illumined Mind
And the calm rapture of the divinised soul
And travelled through a vastness dim and blind
To the grey shore where her ignorant waters roll.

I walk by the chill wave through the dull slime
And still that weary journeying knows no end;
Lost is the lustrous godhead beyond Time,
There comes no voice of the celestial Friend.

And yet I know my footprints’ track shall be
A pathway towards Immortality.


Notes on Text
26 July 1938, revised 18 March 1944. Three handwritten manuscripts, the first entitled “In the Night”.

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