There was the Door to which I found no Key; 125

not see:

And not a drop that from our Cups we throw

There was the Veil through which I might For Earth to drink of, but may steal below To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye 155 There hidden-far beneath, and long ago.

Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE There was-and then no more of THEE

and ME.

Oh, but the long, long while the World TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no

In Midnight by the Master of the Show; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor

What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke And that inverted Bowl they call the A conscious Something to resent the

Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst Whereat some of the loquacious Lot― 345 make, I think a Súfi pipkin-waxing hot"All this of Pot and Potter-Tell me then,

And ev❜n with Paradise devise the Snake:
For all the Sin wherewith the Face of
Man

Is blacken'd-Man's forgiveness give-
and take!