Ut

[Dedicated to Allan Bennett] I Hail to the golden One Seen in the midmost Sun ! Hail to the golden beard and golden lips, His whole lige golden to the finger-tips ! Hail to the golden hair in golden showers Hiding the eyes like blue blue lotus-flowers ! His name is Ut, for He Hath risen above all things that be. II Ardent and white, the Lord Whirls forth a strident sword. Its blade is broader than the great World-Ash ; Its edge is keener than the lightning flash. Brighter than all the lights of heaven, it whirls Out in a chaos of creative curls And sheathes itself in Me, Arisen above all things that be. III Even as the burning tongue Og God to God that clung Dissolved his being to a nameless naught, Brake all the wings and waves of time and thought, So in the quivering flame that hurled Its founts of life to the remotest world Supreme stood Death, and sware Destruction to all things that were ! IV Child, father, warrior, I worshipped thee before ; Friend, bridegroom, now I yield me to the rod. My God, and very God of very God As breath, as death, as all, as naught, unknown, Known, is there not an end, when one alone Stand I, and thou, and He Arisen above all things that be?