<h2><SPAN name="page117"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>GENESIS</h2>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">In</span> the outer world
that was before this earth,<br/>
That was before all shape or space was born,<br/>
Before the blind first hour of time had birth,<br/>
Before night knew the moonlight or the morn;</p>
<p class="poetry">Yea, before any world had any light,<br/>
Or anything called God or man drew breath,<br/>
Slowly the strong sides of the heaving night<br/>
Moved, and brought forth the strength of life and
death.</p>
<p class="poetry">And the sad shapeless horror increate<br/>
That was all things and one thing, without fruit,<br/>
Limit, or law; where love was none, nor hate,<br/>
Where no leaf came to blossom from no root;</p>
<p class="poetry">The very darkness that time knew not of,<br/>
Nor God laid hand on, nor was man found there,<br/>
Ceased, and was cloven in several shapes; above<br/>
Light, and night under, and fire, earth, water, and
air.</p>
<p class="poetry">Sunbeams and starbeams, and all coloured
things,<br/>
All forms and all similitudes began;<br/>
And death, the shadow cast by life’s wide wings,<br/>
And God, the shade cast by the soul of man.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page118"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
118</span>Then between shadow and substance, night and light,<br/>
Then between birth and death, and deeds and days,<br/>
The illimitable embrace and the amorous fight<br/>
That of itself begets, bears, rears, and slays,</p>
<p class="poetry">The immortal war of mortal things that is<br/>
Labour and life and growth and good and ill,<br/>
The mild antiphonies that melt and kiss,<br/>
The violent symphonies that meet and kill,</p>
<p class="poetry">All nature of all things began to be.<br/>
But chiefliest in the spirit (beast or man,<br/>
Planet of heaven or blossom of earth or sea)<br/>
The divine contraries of life began.</p>
<p class="poetry">For the great labour of growth, being many, is
one;<br/>
One thing the white death and the ruddy birth;<br/>
The invisible air and the all-beholden sun,<br/>
And barren water and many-childed earth.</p>
<p class="poetry">And these things are made manifest in men<br/>
From the beginning forth unto this day:<br/>
Time writes and life records them, and again<br/>
Death seals them lest the record pass away.</p>
<p class="poetry">For if death were not, then should growth not
be,<br/>
Change, nor the life of good nor evil things;<br/>
Nor were there night at all nor light to see,<br/>
Nor water of sweet nor water of bitter springs.</p>
<p class="poetry">For in each man and each year that is born<br/>
Are sown the twin seeds of the strong twin
powers;<br/>
The white seed of the fruitful helpful morn,<br/>
The black seed of the barren hurtful hours.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page119"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
119</span>And he that of the black seed eateth fruit,<br/>
To him the savour as honey shall be sweet;<br/>
And he in whom the white seed hath struck root,<br/>
He shall have sorrow and trouble and tears for
meat.</p>
<p class="poetry">And him whose lips the sweet fruit hath made
red<br/>
In the end men loathe and make his name a rod;<br/>
And him whose mouth on the unsweet fruit hath fed<br/>
In the end men follow and know for very God.</p>
<p class="poetry">And of these twain, the black seed and the
white,<br/>
All things come forth, endured of men and done;<br/>
And still the day is great with child of night,<br/>
And still the black night labours with the sun.</p>
<p class="poetry">And each man and each year that lives on
earth<br/>
Turns hither or thither, and hence or thence is
fed;<br/>
And as a man before was from his birth,<br/>
So shall a man be after among the dead.</p>
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