The World I Live In Part 7

_Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, And in a little time we shall return again Into the vast, unanswering dark._

O Dark! thou secret and inscrutable Dark!

In thy silent depths, the springs whereof man hath not fathomed, G.o.d wrought the soul of man.

O Dark! compa.s.sionate, all-knowing Dark!

Tenderly, as shadows to the evening, comes thy message to man.

Softly thou layest thy hand on his tired eyelids, And his soul, weary and homesick, returns Unto thy soothing embrace.

_Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, And in a little time we shall return again Into the vast, unanswering dark._

O Dark! wise, vital, thought-quickening Dark!

In thy mystery thou hidest the light That is the soul's life.

Upon thy solitary sh.o.r.es I walk unafraid; I dread no evil; though I walk in the valley of the shadow, I shall not know the ecstasy of fear When gentle Death leads me through life's open door, When the bands of night are sundered, And the day outpours its light.

_Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, And in a little time we shall return again Into the vast, unanswering dark._

The timid soul, fear-driven, shuns the dark; But upon the cheeks of him who must abide in shadow Breathes the wind of rus.h.i.+ng angel-wings, And round him falls a light from unseen fires.

Magical beams glow athwart the darkness; Paths of beauty wind through his black world To another world of light, Where no veil of sense shuts him out from Paradise.

_Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, And in a little time we shall return again Into the vast, unanswering dark._

O Dark! thou blessed, quiet Dark!

To the lone exile who must dwell with thee Thou art benign and friendly; From the harsh world thou dost shut him in; To him thou whisperest the secrets of the wondrous night; Upon him thou bestowest regions wide and boundless as his spirit; Thou givest a glory to all humble things; With thy hovering pinions thou coverest all unlovely objects; Under thy brooding wings there is peace.

_Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, And in a little time we shall return again Into the vast, unanswering dark._

II

Once in regions void of light I wandered; In blank darkness I stumbled, And fear led me by the hand; My feet pressed earthward, Afraid of pitfalls.

By many shapeless terrors of the night affrighted, To the wakeful day I held out beseeching arms.

Then came Love, bearing in her hand The torch that is the light unto my feet, And softly spoke Love: "Hast thou Entered into the treasures of darkness?

Hast thou entered into the treasures of the night?

Search out thy blindness. It holdeth Riches past computing."

The words of Love set my spirit aflame.

My eager fingers searched out the mysteries, The splendours, the inmost sacredness, of things, And in the vacancies discerned With spiritual sense the fullness of life; And the gates of Day stood wide.

I am shaken with gladness; My limbs tremble with joy; My heart and the earth Tremble with happiness; The ecstasy of life Is abroad in the world.

Knowledge hath uncurtained heaven; On the uttermost sh.o.r.es of darkness there is light; Midnight hath sent forth a beam!

The blind that stumbled in darkness without light Behold a new day!

In the obscurity gleams the star of Thought; Imagination hath a luminous eye, And the mind hath a glorious vision.

III

"The man is blind. What is life to him?

A closed book held up against a sightless face.

Would that he could see Yon beauteous star, and know For one transcendent moment The palpitating joy of sight!"

All sight is of the soul.

Behold it in the upward flight Of the unfettered spirit! Hast thou seen Thought bloom in the blind child's face?

Hast thou seen his mind grow, Like the running dawn, to grasp The vision of the Master?

It was the miracle of inward sight.

In the realms of wonderment where I dwell I explore life with my hands; I recognize, and am happy; My fingers are ever athirst for the earth, And drink up its wonders with delight, Draw out earth's dear delights; My feet are charged with the murmur, The throb, of all things that grow.

This is touch, this quivering, This flame, this ether, This glad rush of blood, This daylight in my heart, This glow of sympathy in my palms!

Thou blind, loving, all-prying touch, Thou openest the book of life to me.

The noiseless little noises of the earth Come with softest rustle; The shy, sweet feet of life; The silky mutter of moth-wings Against my restraining palm; The strident beat of insect-wings, The silvery trickle of water; Little breezes busy in the summer gra.s.s; The music of crisp, whisking, scurrying leaves, The swirling, wind-swept, frost-tinted leaves; The crystal splash of summer rain, Saturate with the odours of the sod.

With alert fingers I listen To the showers of sound That the wind shakes from the forest.

I bathe in the liquid shade Under the pines, where the air hangs cool After the shower is done.

My saucy little friend the squirrel Flips my shoulder with his tail, Leaps from leafy billow to leafy billow, Returns to eat his breakfast from my hand.

Between us there is glad sympathy; He gambols; my pulses dance; I am exultingly full of the joy of life!

Have not my fingers split the sand On the sun-flooded beach?

Hath not my naked body felt the water sing When the sea hath enveloped it With rippling music?

Have I not felt The lilt of waves beneath my boat, The flap of sail, The strain of mast, The wild rush Of the lightning-charged winds?

Have I not smelt the swift, keen flight Of winged odours before the tempest?

Here is joy awake, aglow; Here is the tumult of the heart.

My hands evoke sight and sound out of feeling, Inters.h.i.+fting the senses endlessly; Linking motion with sight, odour with sound They give colour to the honeyed breeze, The measure and pa.s.sion of a symphony To the beat and quiver of unseen wings.

In the secrets of earth and sun and air My fingers are wise; They s.n.a.t.c.h light out of darkness, They thrill to harmonies breathed in silence.

I walked in the stillness of the night, And my soul uttered her gladness.

O Night, still, odorous Night, I love thee!

O wide, s.p.a.cious Night, I love thee!

O steadfast, glorious Night!

I touch thee with my hands; I lean against thy strength; I am comforted.

O fathomless, soothing Night!

Thou art a balm to my restless spirit, I nestle gratefully in thy bosom, Dark, gracious mother!

Like a dove, I rest in thy bosom.

_Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, And in a little time we shall return again Into the vast, unanswering dark._