On the grey rock of Cashel I suddenly saw A
Sphinx with woman breast and lion paw, A
Buddha, hand at rest, Hand
lifted up that blest; And
right between these two a girl at play That
it may be had danced her life away, For
now being dead it seemed That
she of dancing dreamed. Although
I saw it all in the mind’s eye There
can be nothing solider till I die; I
saw by the moon’s light Now
at its fifteenth night. One
lashed her tail; her eyes lit by the moon
Gazed
upon all things known, all things unknown,
In
triumph of intellect With
motionless head erect. That
other’s moonlit eyeballs never moved, Being
fixed on all things loved, all things unloved,
Yet
little peace he had For
those that love are sad. Oh,
little did they care who danced between,
And
little she by whom her dance was seen So
that she danced. No thought, Body
perfection brought, For
what but eye and ear silence the mind With
the minute particulars of mankind? Mind
moved yet seemed to stop As
’twere a spinning-top. In
contemplation had those three so wrought
Upon
a moment, and so stretched it out That
they, time overthrown, Were dead yet flesh and bone. |
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