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see.”
      And they took me to the temple in the midst of the city. and in the
temple I saw a heap of hands and eyes. All withered. Then said I,
“Alas! what conqueror hath committed this cruelty upon you?”
      And there went a murmur amongst them. And one of their elders stood
forth and said, “This doing is of ourselves. God hath made us
conquerors over the evil that was in us.”
      And he led me to a high altar, and all the people followed. And he
showed me above the altar an inscription graven, and I read:
      “If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell. And if thy right
hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it is
profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that
thy whole body should be cast into hell.” Then I understood. And I
turned about to all the people and cried, “Hath no man or woman among
you two eyes or two hands?”
      And they answered me saying, “No, not one. There is none whole save
such as are yet too young to read the Scripture and to understand its
commandment.”
      And when we had come out of the temple, I straightway left that
Blessed City; for I was not too young, and I could read the scripture.

THE GOOD GOD AND THE EVIL GOD
         
      The Good God and the Evil God met on the mountain top.
      The Good God said, “Good day to you, brother.”
      The Evil God did not answer.
      And the Good God said, “You are in a bad humour today.”
      “Yes,” said the Evil God, “for of late I have been often mistaken
for you, called by your name, and treated as if I were you, and it
ill-pleases me.”
      And the Good God said, “But I too have been mistaken for you and
called by your name.”
      The Evil God walked away curing the stupidity of man.

DEFEAT
         
      Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness; You are dearer to
me than a thousand triumphs, And sweeter to my heart than all
world-glory.
      Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance, Through you I
know that I am yet young and swift of foot And not to be trapped by
withering laurels. And in you I have found aloneness And the joy of
being shunned and scorned.
      Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield, In your eyes I have
read That to be enthroned is to be enslaved, and to be understood is to
be levelled down, And to be grasped is but to reach one's fullness and
like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.
      Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion, You shall hear my songs and my
cries an my silences, And none but you shall speak to me of the beating
of wings, And urging of seas, And of mountains that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.
      Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage, You and I shall laugh
together with the storm, And together we shall dig graves for all that
die in us, And we shall stand in the sun with a will, And we shall be
dangerous.

NIGHT AND THE MADMAN
         
      “I am like thee, O, Night, dark and naked; I walk on the flaming
path which is above my day-dreams, and whenever my foot touches earth a
giant oak tree comes forth.”
      “Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou still lookest
backward to see how large a foot-print thou leavest on the sand.”
      “I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of my
loneliness lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being born
Heaven touches Hell.”
      “Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou shudderest yet
before pain, and the song of the abyss terrifies thee.”
      “I am like thee, O, Night, wild and terrible; for my ears are
crowded with cries of conquered nations