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VISION OF THE EGYPTIAN PRIEST.
I lifted the rod of my priesthood on high—
The smoke of the incense went out of the sky:
I touched the hot sand—it was healed of its scars;
For the earth knew Aseneth, the priest of the stars!
The smoke of the incense went out of the sky:
I touched the hot sand—it was healed of its scars;
For the earth knew Aseneth, the priest of the stars!
He saw: in deep silence we stood for a space;
His breath, like the breeze of hell, blew in my face;
His eyes, within mine, did concentre and steep;
They were subtle as Death,—as the pit they were deep.
His breath, like the breeze of hell, blew in my face;
His eyes, within mine, did concentre and steep;
They were subtle as Death,—as the pit they were deep.
In the strength of my godhood confronting the Shade,
I shook not, I quailed not, I shrieked not for aid;
My eyes, within his, did not waver nor veer:
He trembled, he reeled, he was smitten with fear.
I shook not, I quailed not, I shrieked not for aid;
My eyes, within his, did not waver nor veer:
He trembled, he reeled, he was smitten with fear.
He fled from before me—his pinions were fleet!
Lo, the fount of the gods sprang anew at my feet;
From the altar of Ammon, all stainless and white,
Came that mystical dove, the restorer of light.
Lo, the fount of the gods sprang anew at my feet;
From the altar of Ammon, all stainless and white,
Came that mystical dove, the restorer of light.
