268. The Final Mystery

This myth, of Egyptian origin, formed part of the instruction given to those initiated in the Orphic mysteries, and written versions of it were buried with the dead.

HEAR now, O Soul, the last command of all—

When thou hast left thine every mortal mark,

And by the road that lies beyond recall

Won through the desert of the Burning Dark,

Thou shalt behold within a garden bright

A well, beside a cypress ivory-white.

Still is that well, and in its waters cool

White, white and windless, sleeps that cypress tree:

Who drinks but once from out her shadowy pool

Shall thirst no more to all eternity.

Forgetting all, by all forgotten clean,

His soul shall be with that which hath not been.

But thou, though thou be trembling with thy dread,

And parched with thy desire more fierce than flame,

Think on the stream wherefrom thy life was fed,

And that diviner fountain whence it came.

Turn thee and cry—behold, it is not far—

Unto the hills where living waters are.

‘Lord, though I lived on earth, the child of earth,

Yet was I fathered by the starry sky:

Thou knowest I came not of the shadows’ birth,

Let me not die the death that shadows die.

Give me to drink of the sweet spring that leaps

From Memory’s fount, wherein no cypress sleeps.’

Then shalt thou drink, O Soul, and therewith slake

The immortal longing of thy mortal thirst;

So of thy Father’s life shalt thou partake,

And be for ever that thou wert at first.

Lost in remembered loves, yet thou more thou

With them shalt reign in never-ending Now.

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