The Whirlwind Road

The Muses wrapped in mysteries of lightCame in a rush of music on the night;And I was lifted wildly on quick wings,And borne away into the deep of things.The dead doors of my being broke apart;A wind of rapture blew across the heart;The inward song of worlds rang still and clear;I felt the Mystery the Muses fear;Yet they went swiftening on the ways untrod,And hurled me breathless at the feet of God.

I felt faint touches of the Final Truth—Moments of trembling love, moments of youth.A vision swept away the human wall;Slowly I saw the meaning of it all—Meaning of life and time and death and birth,But can not tell it to the men of Earth.I only point the way, and they must goThe whirlwind road of song if they would know.