- TRAVELLERS
TOO many times have we both been born;
Too far have we voyaged — dear Christ, too far!
Too deep disguises have we both worn,
And the masks of too many an avatar!
I catch on your face the old sad smile
Of our ancient disillusionment,
When the ardent crowd tries to beguile
Your world-old soul to impassionment.
And in a moment I know you again.
And you know me and we mock them all,
As we did of old on the Trojan plain,
As we did of old on the Roman wall.
As we did in Carthage and Syracuse,
As we did in Syria and Cathay,
One look — and in a moment they lose
All hold on us. We have slipped away.
Love? Let them talk of Love! Our bond
Goes deeper. It has been sealed in death.
We have looked on Isis in Trebizond
And in Tyre have worshipped Ashtoreth.
Truth? Let them talk of Truth! We laugh,
Who have seen Eleusis wreath'd in flame
And the high lamps swung o'er the cenotaph
Of Her the immortals must not name.
