Clarity

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Clarity

“Come!” cried my mind and by her might

That was upon us we flew above the river

Seeking her, grey gulls among the white⁠—

In the air speaking as she had willed it:

“I am given,” cried I, “now I know it!

I know now all my time is forespent!

For me one face is all the world!

For I have seen her at last, this day,

In whom age in age is united⁠—

Indifferent, out of sequence, marvelously!

Saving alone that one sequence

Which is the beauty of all the world, for surely

Either there in the rolling smoke spheres below us

Or here with us in the air intercircling,

Certainly somewhere here about us

I know she is revealing these things!”

And as gulls we flew and with soft cries

We seemed to speak, flying, “It is she

The mighty, recreating the whole world,

This the first day of wonders!

She is attiring herself before me⁠—

Taking shape before me for worship,

A red leaf that falls upon a stone!

It is she of whom I told you, old

Forgiveless, unreconcilable;

That high wanderer of by-ways

Walking imperious in beggary!

At her throat is loose gold, a single chain

From among many, on her bent fingers

Are rings from which the stones are fallen,

Her wrists wear a diminished state, her ankles

Are bare! Toward the river! Is it she there?”

And we swerved clamorously downward⁠—

“I will take my peace in her henceforth!”