Ii. Fact And The Mystic

"GOOD-MORROW, Symbol."--"Call me not The name I neither love nor merit." --"That grave eternal name inherit, Thine ever, though all men forgot."

"Mistake me not; secure and free From rock to rock my falchion passes: But Symbols trail through grey morasses The tattered shows of faëry."

"My Symbol thou, of phantom blood, With starlight from thy temples raying; Along thy floated body playing Are withering wings, and wings in bud."

"Alas, thine eye with clay is sealed." --"Symbol, before the clay's denial, While yet I had a god's espial, I saw thee in a solar field!"

"Nay: I am Fact."--"Then lose thy praise; And lest to-day no song behoove thee, Lest mine impeach thee, or reprove thee, Ah, Symbol, Symbol! go thy ways."