The eternal gates' terrific porter Lifted the northern bar Thel entered in and saw the secrets of The land unknown She saw the couches of the dead And where the fibrous roots Of every heart on Earth infixes deep its restless twists
She wandered in the land of clouds through valley dark, listening dolours and lamentations
dolours and lamentations
Waiting oft besides a devy grave She stood in silence Listening to the voices of the ground She stood so still
Until to her own grave plot She came, and there she sat (down) And heard this voice of sorrow breathed From the hollow pit
Why cannot the Ear be closed to it's own destruction? Or the glistening eye (to the) poison (of a) smile? Why are Eyelids store with arrows ready drawn Where a thousand fighting men in ambush... lie?
Secrets of the Earth
Why a tongue impressed with honey from every wind? Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to drawn creations in? And Why a little curtain of flesh On the bed of our desire...