XXIX.

It seemed to him he saw the throng
gently dismissed (there was always a crowd

about Him); it seemed to him he heard
the whispered peace

and saw how He sat alone with Mary
in a little room;

it seemed to him the room was very still
after the shrill cry, woe, woe - ais, ais -

wait for Adonis, and again and again
the softly spoken

peace - I say -
peace - be still.

XXX.

True I must die, but wail no more, poor Spirit,
true I must suffer for alas, they know

not yet My Father; true I must pass the gate
of death, of Hell, but wail no more,

I come to comfort you (O, soon I come),
there I will save all beauty that has been,

there I shall create all beauty that shall be,
peace Spirit of Beauty that has been,

Peace, Aphrodite, peace Astarte, peace Cyprus,
peace, be still:

peace Cybele whose worship on the hills,
brought many from their weary toil,

from the stale air of teeming cities;
I who have loved the mountains, can I fail to see

that mountain-worship is allied to Beauty?
peace, Cybele, the hills have known me and shall know:

peace Maia, Gaia, Kore - you have known
peace more than many, many that shall come;

your orgies were not of the sword
your hedges border paradise,

the blood you shed was of the bull and ram,
not of your fellow-man ...

XXXI.

This was never the word of the Master,
nor can we by any process of imagination

or inspiration ever re-capture his thought;
but this is an echo from a deep-sea shell

or a whisper of an echo
as it came to Kaspar,

when he saw the light on her hair ...
a mirage ... or moonlight on a lost river.

XXVIII.

And Kaspar heard a song,
whether siren-song and um-holy,

whether mermaid-song or part of a story
not yet written, it was in any case,

part of history, it was the mystery
or part of the mystery of beauty.

XXIX.

about Him); it seemed to him he heard
the whispered *peace*

it seemed to him the room was very still
after the shrill cry, *woe, woe - ais, ais -*

*peace - I say -*
*peace - be still.*

XXX.

XXXI.