CANTO EIGHT

THE WORLD OF FALSEHOOD, THE MOTHER

OF EVIL AND THE SONS OF DARKNESS

THEN could he see the hidden heart of Night:

The labour of its stark unconsciousness

Revealed the endless terrible Inane.

A spiritless blank Infinity was there;

A Nature that denied the eternal Truth

In the vain braggart freedom of its thought

Hoped to abolish God and reign alone.

There was no sovereign Guest, no witness Light;

Unhelped it would create its own bleak world.

Its large blind eyes looked out on demon acts,

Its deaf ears heard the untruth its dumb lips spoke;

Its huge misguided fancy took vast shapes,

Its mindless sentience quivered with fierce conceits;

Engendering a brute principle of life

Evil and pain begot a monstrous soul.

The Anarchs of the formless depths arose,

Great titan beings and demoniac powers,

World-egos racked with lust and thought and will,

Vast minds and lives without a spirit within:

Impatient architects of error's house,

Leaders of the cosmic ignorance and unrest

And sponsors of sorrow and mortality

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Embodied the dark Ideas of the Abyss.

A shadow substance into emptiness came,

Dim forms were born in the unthinking Void

And eddies met and made an adverse Space

In whose black folds Being imagined Hell.

His eyes piercing the triple-plated gloom

Identified their sight with its blind stare:

Accustomed to the unnatural dark, they saw

Unreality made real and conscious Night.

A violent, fierce and formidable world,

An ancient womb of huge calamitous dreams,

Coiled like a larva in the obscurity

That keeps it from the spear-points of Heaven's stars.

It was the gate of a false Infinite,

An eternity of disastrous absolutes,

An immense negation of spiritual things.

All once self-luminous in the spirit's sphere

Turned now into their own dark contraries:

Being collapsed into a pointless void

That yet was a zero parent of the worlds;

Inconscience swallowing up the cosmic Mind

Produced a universe from its lethal sleep;

Bliss into black coma fallen, insensible,

Coiled back to itself and God's eternal joy

Through a false poignant figure of grief and pain

Still dolorously nailed upon a cross

Fixed in the soil of a dumb insentient world

Where birth was a pang and death an agony,

Lest all too soon should change again to bliss.

Thought sat, a priestess of Perversity,

On her black tripod of the triune Snake

Reading by opposite signs the eternal script,

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A sorceress reversing Life's God-frame.

In darkling aisles with .evil eyes for lamps

And fatal voices chanting from the apse,

In strange infernal dim basilicas

Intoning the magic of the unholy Word,

The ominous profound Initiate

Performed the ritual of her Mysteries.

There suffering was Nature's daily food

Alluring to the anguished heart and flesh,

And torture was the formula of delight,

Pain mimicked the celestial ecstasy.

There Good, a faithless gardener of God,

Watered with virtue the world's upas-tree

And, careful of the outward word and act,

Engrafted his hypocrite blooms on native ill.

All high things served their nether opposite:

The forms of Gods sustained a demon cult;

Heaven's face became a mask and snare of Hell.

There in the heart of vain phenomenon,

In an enormous action's writhen core

He saw a shape illimitable and vague

Sitting on Death who swallows all things born.

A chill fixed face with dire and motionless eyes,

Her dreadful trident in her shadowy hand

Outstretched, she pierced all creatures with one fate.

When nothing was save Matter without soul

And a spiritless hollow was the heart of Time,

Then Life first touched the insensible Abyss;

Awaking the stark Void to hope and grief :

Her pallid beam smote the unfathomed Night '

In which God hid himself from his own view.

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In all-things she sought their slumbering mystic truth,

The unspoken Word .that inspires unconscious forms;

She groped in his deeps for an invisible Law,

Fumbled in the dim subconscient for his mind

And strove to find a way for spirit to be.

But from the Night another answer came.

A seed was in that nether matrix cast,

A dumb unprobed husk of perverted truth,

A cell of an insentient infinite.

A monstrous birth prepared its cosmic form

In Nature's titan embryo. Ignorance.

Then in a fatal and stupendous hour

Something that sprang from the stark Inconscient's sleep

"Unwillingly begotten by the mute Void,

Lifted its ominous head against the stars;

Overshadowing earth with its huge body of Doom

It chilled the heavens with the menace of a face.

A nameless Power, a shadowy Will arose

Immense and alien to our universe.

In the inconceivable Purpose none can gauge

A vast Non-Being robed itself with shape,

The boundless Nescience of the unconscious depths

Covered eternity with Nothingness.

A seeking Mind replaced the seeing Soul:

Life grew into a huge and hungry death,

The Spirit's bliss was changed to cosmic pain.

Assuring God's self-cowled neutrality

A mighty opposition conquered Space.

A sovereign ruling falsehood, death and grief,

It pressed its fierce hegemony on earth;

Disharmonising the original style

Of the architecture of her fate's design,

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It falsified the primal cosmic Will

And bound to struggle and dread vicissitudes

The long slow process of the patient Power.

Implanting error in the stuff of things

It made an Ignorance of the all-wise Law;

It baffled the sure touch of life's hid sense,

Kept dumb the intuitive guide in Matter's sleep,

Deformed the insect's instinct and the brute's,

Disfigured man's thought-born humanity.

A shadow fell across the simple Ray:

Obscured was the Truth-light in the cavern heart

That burns unwitnessed in the altar crypt

Behind the still velamen's secrecy

Companioning the Godhead of the shrine.

Thus was the dire antagonist Energy born

Who mimes the eternal Mother's mighty shape

And mocks her luminous infinity

With a grey distorted silhouette in the Night.

Arresting the passion of the climbing soul,

She forced on life a slow and faltering pace,

Her hand's deflecting and retarding weight

Is laid on the mystic evolution's curve:

The tortuous line of her deceiving mind

The Gods see not and man is impotent;

Oppressing the God-spark within the soul

She forces back to the beast the human fall.

Yet in her formidable instinctive mind

She feels the One grow in the heart of Time

And sees the Immortal shine through the human mould.

Alarmed for her rule and full of fear and rage

She prowls around each light that gleams through the dark

Casting its ray from the Spirit's lonely tent,

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Hoping to enter with fierce stealthy tread

And in the cradle slay the divine Child.

Incalculable are her strength and ruse,

Her touch is a fascination and a death;

She kills her victim with his own delight;

Even Good she makes a hook to drag to Hell.

For her the world runs to its agony.

Often the pilgrim on the Eternal's road

Ill-lit from clouds by the pale moon of Mind,

Or in devious by-ways wandering alone,

Or lost in deserts where no path is seen,

Falls overpowered by her lion leap,

A conquered captive under her dreadful paws.

Intoxicated by a burning breath

And amorous groan of a destroying mouth,

Once a companion of the sacred Fire,

The mortal perishes to God and Light,

An adversary governs heart and brain,

A Nature hostile to the Mother-force,

The self of life yields up its instruments :,

To Titan and demoniac agencies

That aggrandise earth-nature and disframe:

A cowled fifth-columnist is now thought's guide;

His subtle defeatist murmur slays the faith

And, lodged in the breast or whispering from outside,

A lying inspiration fell and dark

A new order substitutes for the divine.

A silence falls upon the spirit's heights,

From the veiled sanctuary the God retires,

Empty and cold is the chamber of the Bride;

The golden Nimbus now is seen no more,

No longer burns the white spiritual ray

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And hushed for ever is the secret Voice.

Then by the Angel of the Vigil Tower

A name is struck from the recording book,

A flame that sang in Heaven sinks quenched and mute,

In ruin ends the epic of a soul.

This is the tragedy of the inner death

When forfeited is the divine element '

And only a mind and body live to die.

For terrible agencies the Spirit allows

And there are subtle and enormous Powers

That shield themselves with the covering Ignorance.

Offspring of the gulfs, agents of the shadowy Force,

Haters of light, intolerant of peace,

Aping to the thought the shining Friend and Guide,

Opposing in the heart the eternal Will,

They veil the occult uplifting Harmonist.

His wisdom's oracles are made our bonds,

The doors of God they have locked with keys of creed

And shut out by the Law his tireless Grace.

Along all Nature's lines they have set their posts

And intercept the caravans of Light;

Wherever the Gods act, they intervene.

A yoke is laid upon the world's dim heart,

Masked are its beats from the supernal Bliss,

And the closed peripheries of brilliant Mind

Block the fine entries of celestial Fire.

Always the dark Adventurers seem to win;

Nature they fill with evil's institutes,

Turn into defeats the victories of Truth,

Proclaim as falsehoods the eternal laws,

And load die dice of Doom with wizard lies,

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The world's shrines they have occupied, usurped its thrones;

In scorn of the dwindling chances of the Gods

They claim creation as their conquered fief

And crown themselves the iron Lords of Time.

Adepts of the illusion and the masque,

The artificers of Nature's fall and pain

Have built their altars of triumphant Night

In the clay temple of terrestrial life.

In the vacant precincts of the sacred Fire,

In front of the reredos in the mystic rite

Facing the dim velamen none can pierce,

Intones his solemn hymn the mitred priest

Invoking their dreadful presence in his breast:

Attributing to them the awful Name

He chants the syllables of the magic text

And summons the unseen communion's act, #

While twixt the incense and the muttered prayer

All the fierce bale with which the world is racked

Is mixed in the foaming chalice of man's heart

And poured to them like sacramental wine.

Assuming names divine they guide an4 rule.

Opponents of the Highest they have come .

Out of their world of soulless thought and power

To serve by enmity the cosmic scheme

Night is their refuge and strategic base.

Against the sword of Flame, the luminous Eye,

Bastioned they live in massive forts of gloom,

Calm and secure in sunless privacy:

No wandering ray of Heaven can enter there.

Armoured, protected by their lethal masks,

As in a studio of creative Death

The giant sons of Darkness sit and plan  

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The drama of the earth, their tragic stage.

All who would raise the fallen world must come

Under the dangerous arches of their power,

For even the radiant children of the gods

To darken their privilege is and dreadful right.

None can reach heaven who has not passed through hell.

This too the traveller of the worlds must dare.

A warrior in the dateless duel's strife,

He entered into dumb despairing Night

Challenging the darkness with his luminous soul.

Alarming with his steps the threshold gloom  

He came into a fierce and dolorous realm

Peopled by souls who never had tasted bliss,

Ignorant like men born blind who know not light,

They could equate worst ill with highest good,

Virtue was to their eyes a face of sin -

And evil and misery were their natural state.

A dire administration's penal code

Making of grief and pain the common law,

Decreeing universal joylessness

Had changed life into a stoic sacrament

And torture into a daily festival.

An act was passed to chastise happiness; "

Laughter and pleasure were banned as deadly sins:

A questionless mind was ranked as wise content,

A dull heart's silent apathy as peace:

Sleep was not there, torpor was the sole rest,

Death came but neither respite gave nor end,

Always the soul lived on and suffered more.

Ever he deeper probed that kingdom of pain;

Around him grew the terror of a world

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Of agony followed by worse agony,

And in the terror a great wicked joy

Glad of one's own and other's calamity.

There thought and life were a long punishment,

The breath a burden and all hope a scourge,

The body a field of torment, a massed unease;

Repose was a waiting between pang and pang.

This was the law of things none dreamed to change:

A hard sombre heart, a harsh unsmiling mind

Rejected happiness like a cloying sweet;

Tranquillity was a tedium and ennui:

Only by suffering life grew colourful;

It needed the spice of pain, the salt of tears.

If one could cease to be, all would be well;

Else only fierce sensations gave some zest:

A fury of jealousy burning the gnawed heart,

The sting of murderous spite and hate and lust,

The whisper that lures to the pit and treachery's stroke

Threw vivid spots on the dull aching hours.

To watch the drama of infelicity,

The writhing of creatures under the harrow of doom

And sorrow's tragic gaze into the night  

And horror and the hammering heart of fear

Were the ingredients in Time's heavy cup

That pleased and helped to enjoy its bitter taste.

Of such fierce stuff was made up life's long hell:

These were the threads of the dark spider's web

In which the soul was caught, quivering and wrapt;

This was religion, this was Nature's rule.

In a fell chapel of iniquity

To worship a black pitiless image of Power

Kneeling one must cross hard-hearted stony courts,

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A pavement like a floor of evil fate.

Each stone was a keen edge of ruthless force

And glued with the chilled blood from tortured breasts,

The dry gnarled trees stood up like dying men

Stiffened into a pose of agony,

And from each window peered an ominous priest

Chanting Te Deums for slaughter's crowning grace,

Cities uprooted, blasted human homes,

Burned writhen bodies, the bombshell's massacre.

"Our enemies are fallen, are fallen", they sang,

"All who once stayed our will are smitten and dead;

How great we are, how merciful art Thou."

Thus thought they to reach God's impassive throne

And Him command whom all their acts opposed,

Magnifying their deeds to touch his skies,

And make him an accomplice of their crimes.

There no relenting pity could have place,

But ruthless strength and iron moods had sway,

A dateless sovereignty of terror and gloom:

This took the figure of a darkened God

Revered by the racked wretchedness he had made,

Who held in thrall a miserable world,

And helpless hearts nailed to unceasing woe

Adored the feet that trampled them into mire.

It was a world of sorrow and of hate,

Sorrow with hatred for its lonely joy,

Hatred with others' sorrow as its feast;

A bitter rictus curled the suffering mouth;

A tragic cruelty saw its ominous chance.

Hate was the black archangel of that realm;

It glowed, .a sombre jewel in the heart

Burning the soul with its malignant rays,

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And wallowed in its fell abysm of might.

These passions even objects seemed to exude,—

For mind overflowed into the inanimate

That answered with the wickedness it received,—

Against their users used malignant powers,

Hurt without hands and strangely, suddenly slew,

Appointed as instruments of an unseen doom.

Or they made themselves a fateful prison wall

Where men condemned wake through the creeping hours

Counted by the tollings of an ominous bell.

An evil environment worsened evil souls:

All things were conscious there and all perverse.

In this infernal realm he dared to press

Even into its deepest pit and darkest core,

Perturbed its tenebrous base, dared to contest

Its ancient privileged right arid absolute force:

In Night he plunged to know her dreadful heart,

In Hell he sought the root and cause of Hell.

Its anguished gulfs opened in his own breast;

He listened to clamours of its crowded pain,

The heart-beats of its fatal loneliness.

Above was a chill deaf eternity.

In vague tremendous passages of Doom

He heard the goblin voice that guides to slay,

And faced the enchantments of the demon Sign,

And traversed the ambush of the opponent Snake.

In menacing tracts, in tortured solitudes

Companionless he roamed through desolate ways

Where the red Wolf waits by the fordless stream

And Death's black eagles scream to the precipice,

And met the hounds of bale who hunt men's hearts

Baying across the veldts of Destiny,

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In footless battlefields of the Abyss

Fought shadowy combats in mute eyeless depths,

Assaults of Hell endured and Titan strokes

And bore the fierce inner wounds that are slow to heal.

A prisoner of a hooded magic Force,

Captured and trailed in Falsehood's lethal net

And often strangled in the noose of grief,

Or cast on the grim morass of swallowing doubt,

Or shut into pits of error and despair,

He drank her poison draughts till none was left.

In a world where neither hope nor joy could come

The ordeal he suffered of evil's absolute reign,

Yet kept intact his spirit's radiant truth.

Incapable of motion or of force,

In Matter's blank denial gaoled and blind,

Pinned to the black inertia of our base

He treasured between his hands his nickering soul.

His being ventured into mindless Void,

Intolerant gulfs that knew not thought nor sense,

Thought ceased, sense failed, his soul still saw and knew.

In atomic parcellings of the Infinite

Near to the dumb beginnings of lost Self,

He felt the curious small futility

Of the creation of material things.

Or, stifled in the Inconscient's hollow dusk,

He sounded the mystery dark and bottomless

Of the enormous and unmeaning deeps

Whence struggling life in a dead universe rose.

There in the stark identity lost by mind

He felt the sealed sense of the insensible world

And a mute wisdom in the unknowing Night.

Into the abysmal secrecy he came

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Where darkness peers from her mattress, grey and nude,

And stood on the last locked subconscient's floor

Where Being slept unconscious of its thoughts

And built the world not knowing what it built.

There waiting its hour the future lay unknown,

There is the record of the vanished stars.

There in the slumber of the cosmic Will

He saw the secret key of Nature's change.

A light was with him, an invisible hand

Was laid upon the error and the pain

Till it became a quivering ecstasy,

The shock of sweetness of an arm's embrace.

He saw in Night the Eternal's shadowy veil, "

Knew death for a cellar of the house of life,

In destruction felt creation's hasty pace,

Knew loss as the price of a celestial gain

And hell as a short cut to heaven's gates.

Then in Illusion's occult factory

And in the Inconscient's magic printing house

Torn were the formats of the primal Night

And shattered the stereotypes of Ignorance.

Alive, breathing a deep spiritual breath,

Nature expunged her stiff mechanical code

And the articles of the bound soul's contract,

Falsehood gave back to Truth her tortured shape.

Annulled were the tables of the law of pain,

And in their place grew luminous characters.

The skilful Penman's unseen finger wrote

His swift intuitive calligraphy;

Earth's forms were made his divine documents,

The wisdom embodied mind could not reveal,

Inconscience chased from the world's voiceless breast;

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Transfigured were the fixed schemes of reasoning Thought.

Arousing consciousness in things inert,

He imposed upon dark atom and dumb mass

The diamond script of the Imperishable,

Inscribed on the dim heart of fallen things

A paean-song of the free Infinite

And the Name, foundation of eternity,

And traced on the awake exultant cells

In the ideographs of the Ineffable

The lyric of the love that waits through Time

And the mystic volume of the Book of Bliss

And the message of the superconscient Fire.

Then Life beat pure in the corporeal frame;

The infernal Gleam died and could slay no more.

Hell split across its huge abrupt fa9ade

As if a magic building were undone,

Night opened and vanished like a gulf of dream.

Into being's gap scooped out as empty Space

In which she has filled the place of absent God,

There poured a wide intimate and blissful Dawn,

Healed were all things that Time's torn heart had made

And sorrow could live no more in Nature's breast:

Division ceased to be, for God was there.

The soul lit the conscious body with its ray,

Matter and Spirit mingled and were one.

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