leaves falling, all, bare, frighted of the narrow grave and unforgiven.
―Yes. So you think …
The door closed behind the outgoer.
Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of warm and brooding air.
A vestal’s lamp.
Here he ponders things that were not:
- what Cæsar would have lived to do had he believed the soothsayer:
- what might have been:
- possibilities of the possible as possible:
- things not known:
- what name Achilles bore when he lived among women.
Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the voice of that Egyptian highpriest. In painted chambers loaded with