I bid this solitude, this place where
shadows have been my companions,
where the great and enclosed empty
spaces echo with orphaned thoughts
and years of dust accumulate on
every upturned space, every face
in the spanning caryatid against
the horizons of past and future---
I bid all this, my kingdom of unfinished
deeds and dreaming dark
And in the old ways of speaking,
perhaps God Be With Thee is
appropriate, because the scales
have fallen from my eyes,
the dust blown clear of my
flesh, all the ancient, unknown
reaches of these castles consumed
in the cleansing fires, and
I step, new-made and without
artifice, into the universe at last.
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