! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
Lo ! the Hunter of the East has caught
Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou
me singing in the Wilderness -
Wilderness is Paradise enow.
when young did eagerly frequent
and Saint, and heard great Argument
it and about: but evermore
out by the same Door as in I went.
all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
one by one back in the Closet lays.
Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,
Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;
He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,
knows about it all - HE knows - HE knows !
Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
lure it back to cancel half a Line,
all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
could articulate, while others not:
suddenly one more impatient cried-
is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot ?
Love ! could thou and I with Fate conspire
grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
not we shatter it to bits - and then
it nearer to the Heart's Desire !