The Whirlwind Road

The muses wrapped in mysteries of light Came in a rush of music on the night; And I was lifted wildly on quick wings, And borne away into the deep of things. The dead doors of my being broke apart; A wind of rapture blew across the heart; The inward song of worlds rang still and clear; I felt the Mystery the Muses fear; Yet they went swiftening on the ways un-trod, And hurled me breathless at the feet of God. I felt faint touches of the Final Truth,— Moments of trembling love, moments of youth. A vision swept away the human wall; Slowly I saw the meaning of it all— Meaning of life and time and death and birth,— But cannot tell it to the men of Earth. I only point the way, and they must go The whirlwind road of song if they would know.