I
Even as the holy Ra that travelleth
Within his bark upon the firmament,
Looking with fire-keen eyes on life and death
In simple state and cardinal content;
Even as the holy hawk that towers sublime
Into the great abyss, with icy gaze
Fronting the calm immensities of time
And making space to shudder; so I praise
With infinite contempt the joyous world
That I have figured in this brain of mine.
The sails of this life's argosy are furled;
The anchor drops in those abodes divine.
Master of self and God, freewill and Fate.
I am alone—at last—to meditate.
Within his bark upon the firmament,
Looking with fire-keen eyes on life and death
In simple state and cardinal content;
Even as the holy hawk that towers sublime
Into the great abyss, with icy gaze
Fronting the calm immensities of time
And making space to shudder; so I praise
With infinite contempt the joyous world
That I have figured in this brain of mine.
The sails of this life's argosy are furled;
The anchor drops in those abodes divine.
Master of self and God, freewill and Fate.
I am alone—at last—to meditate.
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