When at the last I'd come upon the town
Where cloudlines crooked the brow of starry night
Whose gaze of stars intensely showered down
The steady bask eyes make before a slight,
Knocking upon the Gate with all my soul,
The echoing chambers' bursting ringing shock
Returned to me a hollowed nameless toll,
As in my hand crumbled to dust the lock,
Then as the Gate lurched breaking to its doom,
There stood the dead gray towers' foundation:
Paradise revealed in eternal gloom.
The veil rent. In full exasperation:
'Thou wert the only, only worthy one.'
But I promised them! I, who was Thy son.
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