Towards democracy

494 Towards Democracy

In an Otp Quarry

NCE in an old quarry, In a heathery nook among the rocks, unclothed as _ I reclined in the sun, facing only the great hills and the sky; Millions of years floating softly down through the aerial blue, Thy words—millions millions of human formsI saw descending.

Tiny, into the tissue of grass and tree and herb passing— into the mouths and bodies of men and animals—and here and there a fitting home in the sex-cells finding,

At length, clothed mortal men and women,

Out on the actual world I saw them step:

Thy words—thy wandering words—each one alone, so lost, so meaningless,

Each seeking his true mates, if so to spell

One sentence of thy great world-wisdom out,

Tue Sout to tue Bopy

OW at last after thousands of years, dear Body, from N thy prison emerging,

Thy agelong tomb and sepulchre,

[Where, with what swathing-bands, like Lazarus, what mummy-cloths, what cerements of fashion custom ignorance, thou wast bound, ]

Strange chrysalis, thy dead sheath bursting!