With Beauty girdled, garlanded, and shod.”
“Thus,” riddled he, “thy heart shall know its Peace!”
Let be! I ride upon the sand instead,
Look to the Cross, whereon I take mine ease!
Let be! Just so the Roman soldier said.
Esaias? He is dead—as I am dead!
What was his symbol and his riddle’s key?
Go, seek the stars and count them and explore!
Go, sift the sands beyond a starless sea!
So, find an answer where the dismal shore