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Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.

Robert Buchanan (1841–1901)

175. From ‘The City of Dream’

The Man

YONDER the veil’d Musician sits, His feet

Upon the pedals of dark formless suns,

His fingers on the radiant spheric keys,

His face, that it is death to look upon.

Misted with incense rising nebulous

Out of abysmal chaos and cohering

Into the golden flames of Life and Being!

And underneath his touch Music itself

Grows living, heard as far as thought can creep

Or dream can soar; or that Creation stirs,

And drinks the sound, and sings!—So far away

He sits, the Mystery, wrapt for ever round

With brightness and with awe and melody;

Yet even here, on these low-lying shores,

Lower than is the footstool of His throne,

We hear Him and adore Him, nay, can feel

His breath as vapour round our mouths, inhaling

That soul within the soul whereby we live

From that divine for-ever-beating Heart

Which thrills the universe with Light and Love.’

The Pilgrim

So far away He dwells, my soul indeed

Scarcely discerns Him, and in sooth I seek

A gentler presence and a nearer Friend.

The Man

So far? O blind, He broods beside thee now

Here in this silence, with His eyes on thine!

O deaf, His voice is whispering in thine ears

Soft as the breathing of the slumberous seas!

The Pilgrim

I see not and I hear not; but I see

Thine eyes burn dimly, like a corpse-light seen

Flickering amidst the tempest; and I hear

Only the elemental grief and pain

Out of whose shadow I would creep for ever.

The Man

Thou canst not, brother; for these, too, are God!

The Pilgrim

How? Is my God, then, as a homeless ghost

Blown this way, that way, with the elements?

The Man

He is without thee, and within thee too;

Thy living breath, and that which drinks thy breath:

Thy being, and the bliss beyond thy being.

The Pilgrim

So near, so far? He shapes the farthest sun

New-glimmering on the farthest fringe of space,

Yet stoops and with a leaf-light finger-touch

Reaches my heart and makes it come and go!

The Man

Yea; and He is thy heart within thy heart,

And thou a portion of His Heart Divine!