So left the Evening Star.
His wings
Grew large across the sky
As thousand years of reach
would spring
And at a wink go by;
A canopy of stars below,
Above, a starry dome:
An endless lightning seemed
to flow
And through the heavens
roam
And in the dark that streamed
around,
As on the first day's morn,
He glimpsed the chaos vales
unbound
From where the light is
born.
He flies aswim through seas
of light
With love on wings of thought
...
Until all perishes from
sight,
Until all turns to naught;
He goes where there's no
bound or bourn
Nor is there eye to know,
And time itself from voids
uptorn
Struggles in vain to grow;
For there is naught, yet
it is there
A thirst that draws him
on,
A depth that lingers, like
the snare
Of blind oblivion...
"Father, from dark eternity
My burden now reverse
And your name ever hallowed
be
In all the universe!
Ask me, Lord, anything, but
give
Me fate of different breath,
For you're the spring of
lives to live,
And giver are of death;
Immortal nimbus overturn,
From eyes remove the fire,
But for all give me in return
One hour of desire ...
From chaos, Lord, I came
alive,
My thirst to chaos goes
And, of repose once born,
I strive
To go back to repose!"
"Hyperion, you out of chasm
Arise with worlds of grace!
Ask not for wonder or phantasm
That has no name or face;
To be a human is your call?
A man, is that your mind?
Oh, let the humans perish
all,
Others would breed in kind.
Men only build to nothingness
Vain dreams in noble guise:
When waves to silent tomb
quiesce
New waves again will rise;
Men merely live by stars
of luck
And star-crossed fatefulness;
We have no death to prove
our pluck
Nor place or time possess.
From the eternal yesterday
Today lives what will die,
Should sun from heavens
once decay
New suns would light the
sky
And seem to rise to endless
morn
While death in wait would
lie,
For all die only to be born
And all are born to die.
But you, Hyperion, shall
live
Wherever you may set ...
So ask me now the Word to
give:
That you can wisdom get?
Or, maybe, give you voice
and bring
Sweet music to your song
So forests in the mountain
sing
And oceans go along?
Perhaps you justice wish
to make?
Your strength with deeds
to prove?
The earth in pieces I could
break
So you can kingdoms move!
I'll give you armies march
their stride
To steal the world its breath,
Long ships upon seas far
and wide ...
But I won't give you death!
And who to die for, now behold!
Of what awaits, beware!
Go back and watch that wand'ring
mould
And heed to what lies there." |
