AT THE FEET OF ISIS
An anonymous poem
- ER feet
are set in darkness--at Her feet
- We kneel, for She is Mother of us all--
- A mighty Mother, with all love replete;
- We, groping midst the shadows dusky pall,
- Ask not to see the upper vision bright,
- Enough for us Her feet shine clear--all virgin white.
- Her wings are tipped with golden light, but we
- Ken but the shadow at Her pinions base--
- We kneel before Her feet, we cannot see
- The glory that illuminates Her face,
- For he who twards the vision gazeth up
- Finds first the stricken breast--the sacrificial cup!
- Her feet gleam in the darkness--at Her feet
- We lay the price of those twin pearls of Heavn--
- All that man hath--an offering incomplete
- Is his who yet his best would leave ungivn;
- And as She stoops Her guerdon to bestow,
- His lifes blood in Her cup, outstretched there, needs
- Her wings are in the shadow--Lo! they cast
- That shadow een oer Heavns own light,
- For in the darkness, terrible and vast,
- She spreads the wing to which the soul must hie;
- But, to that shelter led, our upward gaze
- Beholds Her pinions formed of Lights celestial rays!
- Her feet are in the darkness, but Her face
- Is in high Heavn--all Truth inhabits there;
- All Knowledge and all Peace, and perfect grace,
- And in the wonder of Her joy they share
- Who, blindly clinging to Her feet erstwhile,
- Obtained the priceless gift--the vision of Her smile.
"At the Feet of Isis"
is reprinted from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse.
Ed. D.H.S. Nicholson. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.