Classic Poem

One night he arose out of sleep; with a shout pounding at his sealed lips:
And wildly he slipped from the camp, and ascended a high hill …
The trees were swinging in the wind, and the clouds were driven across the heavens …

And up on the hill's height he shouted:
“Alone! I am alone!
Lord! they have dragged me down in the abyss!”

And a dark shape stood up against him …
And he drew his sword to slay it …
The same sword that his Mother had given him …

But in agony he fell down on the damp Earth,
Crushing the grasses, and gnashed his teeth, and moaned …
It was the darkest hour.

Then a wind seemed to lift him, lift him lightly as a dead leaf is lifted,
And he arose like a wave,
And looked upward, and behold,
The heavens opened in gold before him.

And it seemed as if a face shone in the centre of the gold,
Even as the sun,
But around it were wider and wider rings of suns,
Even as a widening funnel from heaven to earth,
And these rings of suns circled like angels singing:
And the light was intolerable.