(By a Western Spinning Dervish) I spin, I spin, around, around, And close my eyes, And let the bile arise From the sacred region of the soul's Profound; Then gaze upon the world; how strange! how new! The earth and heaven are one, The horizon-line is gone, The sky how green! the land how fair and blue! Perplexing items fade from my large view, And thought which vexed me with its false and true Is swallowed up in Intuition; this, This is the sole true mode Of reaching God, And gaining the universal synthesis Which makes All-One; while fools with peering eyes Dissect, divide, and vainly analyse. So round, and round, and round again! How the whole globe swells within my brain, The stars inside my lids appear, The murmur of the spheres I hear Throbbing and beating in each ear; [106] Right in my navel I can feel The centre of the world's great wheel. Ah peace divine, bliss dear and deep, No stay, no stop, Like any top Whirling with swiftest speed, I sleep. O ye devout ones round me coming, Listen! I think that I am humming; No utterance of the servile mind With poor chop-logic rules agreeing Here shall ye find, But inarticulate burr of man's unsundered being. Ah, could we but devise some plan, Some patent jack by which a man Might hold himself ever in harmony With the great Whole, and spin perpetually, As all things spin Without, within, As Time spins off into Eternity, And Space into the inane Immensity, And the Finite into God's Infinity, Spin, spin, spin, spin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA THULE: DEDICATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW METAMORPHOSES: BOOK 8. BAUCIS AND PHILEMON by PUBLIUS OVIDIUS NASO PSALM 58 (VERSION 2) by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MUSE IN LATE NOVEMBER by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS BANKING UP VERMONT HOUSES by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY WARNING; SUGGESTED BY THE CHRISTIANA (PA.) TREASON TRIALS by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL |