he is claiming inspiration and prophecy as it is claimed in the Book of Wisdom. He is like Blake, holding infinity in the palm of his hand. He is stating his Vision of all Being in eight short lines. He makes a verse of the Universe. He fills all the heavens with a syllable and with a word holds the gates of hell. His is the true dominion of the mystic. In his symbolism Mr. MacDonagh shows the same power:
are three clear images which illustrate and illuminate the obscurity of his form and the precision and plentitude of his meaning. And, indeed, the first of these serves to remind us of the essential teaching of all the great mystical poets from Solomon to Francis Thompson—the doctrine that binds Æ. and Thomas MacDonagh in the same service of beauty, the creed subscribed to by all who have experienced the divine vision; for the flowers of heaven and earth are the same flowers.
