Time that Dreamt shall Wake in the Courtyard of Immortality

Time that Dreamt shall Wake in the Courtyard of Immortality

as

the Gods, Shadows, Fairies, and Mortal Men take their joy in perfect peace like courtiers of earthly charmèd kings:

They eating their morning meal was a dish of coral-dust and at night drinking sipped an essence of dewy mists

Their teeth and hair daily withered and decayed

They soared beneath waves into the deep of the Eastern Ocean

Their ears and eyes gradually lost their keenness

They soared aloft in long procession of the gliding Past

They would take to the presence of twilight lost in the mountains and hills of Night

They omitted a white-plumed crane, two crimson banners, five specks of green Alchemic Lore and five-score years of the dark turmoil of the World

They fetch twice bowing the gracious words of Love and affection

They would learn full of wonder and joy where sunless sleep sleeps

They would seek in vain through a veil of rain the bells they lost at the wake of Night in the Palace of Pain five-score thirty years past

They came to see their morning meal was a dish of dewy mists and their drinking at night was an essence of coral-dust they sipped

They rode on the back of the Nightingale-Emperor to seek shadows of Love and affection

They would send loyal homage of coach-bells, a dish of coral-dust and a white-plumed crane daily watching for a single dream of Love to come

They would rest a perfect rest deep in the shadows of heavenly mountains in the sky led by a single withered star

They acknowledged aloft the Red Terrace upon the purple shore of Sleep

They vowed a vow they would learn Alchemic secret of joy daily watching for a single dream of Lore to come

They would look to see they soared aloft in the long procession of forevermore Past in the presence of the Night-Emperor

They would absent the purple shore of Sleep in the presence of the pale sky gliding in flight

They rode in the Red Terrace Coach with whirring of wings and flapping of coat tails led by the Heavenly skull daily watching for a single night of shadows to come

They swept coral-dust, rosy mists, withered teeth, golden bells and white-plumed hair from the dewy deep fields of jade

They acknowledged their sleep ripening upon the Ocean in the West

They would face toward the sky at morn and dared not tell it their ways of loyal daily homage to the presence of Emperor Naught

They lost the Book of the Common in Wonder abroad in the golden hills of the far Night ocean

They would face toward the sky at twilight and tell it their joy daily watching for a single shadow on the pale sky of Love to come

They their presence acknowledged by their shadows in dreams in the land beyond Sleep

They hid their dreams in the place from where Love springs if indeed such things there be

They bow to the empty throne

They their lot acknowledged

They face their presence

and

all shall cease