Glow, glow, thou yellow fire, mother of me—thou shalt reclaim me body and soul. Shine, shine, thou pulsing white eyes of the night—I shall quiver in thy lights and be recompounded in thy crucibles of clay. Moon! Moon! sick-yellowed in amorous need of life, shall I not be as thee—still, cold and age-seamed? Yea, in the whirl of the atoms and the swirl of great hidden forces I shall be accouched in an uttermost star, Builded anew in the dirt of a still unwombed world, Speak, dream, languish and rot again and again Go the round of the infinite cycles till I spy, as by chance IT, the Cagliostro, the Worker, the kneader of mud-shapes, Slay IT there where I meet IT, and lay me down, out of Space, out of Time, certain of endless quiescence for me and for THEE.
Publication History
The Shadow-Eater [1915/17 and 1923]
1923 Edition Text Changes
- me—thou > me— ⁋ Thou
- night—I > night— ⁋ I
- sick-yellowed > yellow-sick
- be as thee—still, > be as thee ⁋ Still,
- hidden forces I shall > hidden forces ⁋ I shall
- IT > It [all instances]
- kneader > Kneader
- meet IT, and > meet It ⁋ And
- Time, certain > Time, ⁋ Certain
- THEE > Thee