Thee by the
and by the Unity thereof.
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou snow-browed storm that
art whirled up in clouds of flame? O Thou red sword of the thunder!
Thou great blue river of ever-flowing Brightness, over whose
breasts creep the star-bannered vessels of night! O how can I
plunge within Thine inscrutable depths, and yet with open eye
be lost in the pearly foam of Thine Oblivion?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou eternal incarnating immortal
One? O Thou welder of life and death! Thou whose breasts are
as the full breasts of a mother, yet in Thy hand Thou carriest
the sword of destruction! O how can I cleave the shield of Thy
might as a little wanton child may burst a floating bubble with
the breast-feather of a dove?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou mighty worker laden with
the dust of toil? O Thou little ant of the earth! Thou great
monster who infuriatest the seas, and by their vigour wearest
down the strength of the cliffs! O how can I bind Thee in a spider's
web of song, and yet remain one and unconsumed before the raging
of Thy nostrils?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou forked tongue of the
purple-throated thunder? O Thou silver sword of lightning! Thou
who rippest out the fire-bolt from the storm-cloud, as a sorcerer
teareth the heart from a black kid! O how can I possess Thee
as the dome of the skies, so that I may fix the keystone of my
reason in the arch of Thy forehead?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou amber-scal'd one whose
eyes are set on columns? O Thou sightless seer of all things!
Thou spearless warrior who urgest on Thy steeds and blindest
the outer edge of darkness with Thy Glory! O how can I grasp
the whirling wheels of Thy splendour, and yet be not smitten
into death by the hurtling fury of Thy chariot?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou red fire-fang that gnawest
the blue limbs of night? O Thou devouring breath of flame! Thou
illimitable ocean of frenzied air, in whom all is one, a plume
cast into a furnace! O how can I dare to approach and stand before
Thee, for I am but as a withered leaf whirled away by the anger
of the storm?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou almighty worker ungirded
of slumber? O Thou Unicorn of the Stars! Thou tongue of flame
burning above the firmament, as a lily that blossometh in the
drear desert! O how can I pluck Thee from the dark bed of Thy
birth, and revel like a wine-drenched faun in the banqueting-house
of Thy Seigniory?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou dazzler of the deep obscurity
of day? O Thou golden breast of beauty! Thou shrivelled udder
of the storm-blasted mountains, who no longer sucklest the babe-clouds
of wind-swept night! O how can I gaze upon Thy countenance of
eld, and yet be not blinded by the black fury of Thy dethroned Majesty?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou seraph-venom of witch-vengeance
enchaunted? O Thou coiled wizardry of stars! Thou one Lord of
life triumphant over death, Thou red rose of love nailed to the
cross of golden light! O how can I die in Thee as sea-foam in
the clouds, and yet possess Thee as a frail white mist possessess
the stripped limbs of the Sun?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou soft pearl set in a bow
of effulgent light? O Thou drop of shimmering dew! Thou surging
river of bewildering beauty who speedest as a blue arrow of fire
beyond, beyond! O how can I measure the poisons of Thy limbeck,
and yet be for ever transmuted in the athanor of Thine understanding?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou disrober of the darkness
of the Abyss? O Thou veil'd eye of creation! Thou soundless voice
who, for ever misunderstood, rollest on through the dark abysms
of infinity! O how can I learn to sing the music of Thy name,
as a quivering silence above the thundering discord of the tempest?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou teeming desert of the
abundance of night? O Thou river of unquench'd thirst! Thou tongueless
one who lickest up the dust of death and casteth it forth as
the rolling ocean of life! O how can I possess the still depths
of Thy darkness, and yet in Thine embrace fall asleep as a child
in a bower of lilies?
O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou shrouded one veiled in
a dazzling effulgence? O Thou centreless whorl of Time! Thou
illimitable abysm of Righteousness, the lashes of whose eye are
as showers of molten suns! O how can I reflect the light of Thine
unity, and melt into Thy Glory as a cloudy chaplet of chalcedony moons?
O Glory be unto Thee through all Time
and through all Space: Glory,
and Glory upon Glory,
and Amen, and