O EVERLASTING Kingdom of the Scepter, O Resting-place where Ra's bright boat is moored, O White Crown of the Form which is divine! I come! I am the Child! I am the Child! My hair is Nu, my face the disk of Ra, My eyes are Hathor, and my neck is Isis;— Each member of my body is a god, My flesh and bones, the names of Living Gods. Jhoth shelters me, for always, day by day. I come as Ra, I come as he whose name Is yet unknown. I come as Yesterday, As Prophet of the million years to be For nations and for peoples still untold. I am the Child who marcheth down the road Of Yesterday, To-day, and of To-morrow. I am the One, the Only One, who goeth Forever round his course through all horizons; Whose moment is in your bodies, but whose forms Rest in their temple, secret and unveiled; Who holdeth you in his hand, but whom no hand Can ever hold; who knoweth your name and season But whom you can not know, nor any mortal; For whom the days return in constant passing, Moving in splendor toward the end of time. Yea, I am He, and shall not die again; Nor men, nor sainted dead, nor even gods Shall drag me back from my immortal path! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MELANCHOLIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT MY DEMAND by MARION L. BERTRAND BELLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN VARIATIONS ON SAPPHO: 35 by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY LURIA; A TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING REFLECTIONS ON THE FOREGOING ACCOUNT by JOHN BYROM PRAYER TO BE AN ARTIST by MARION CLINCH CALKINS |