The Flesh and the Spirit clasped; and I cried, “Was I dead so long?”
I had glimpse of the Secret, flashed through the symbol obscure and mean,
And I felt as a fire what erst I repeated with lips of clay;
And I knew for the things eternal the things eye hath not seen;
Yea, the heavens and the earth shall pass; but they never shall pass away.
And the miracle on me wrought, in the streets I would straight make known:
“When this marvel of mine is heard, without cavil shall men receive
Any legend of haloed saint, starting up through the sealèd stone!”
So I spake in the trodden ways; but behold, there would none believe!