In the room where Fand lay with mad beating heart tearing itself in remorse, there was one watching with divine pity. Mannanan, the Golden Glory, the Self of the Sun. "Weep not, O shadow; thy days of passion and pain are over." breathed the Pity in her breast. "Rise up, O Ray, from thy sepulchre of forgetfulness. Spirit come forth to they ancient and immemorial home." She rose up and stood erect. As the Mantle of Mannanan enfolded her, no human words could tell the love, the exultation, the pathos, the wild passion of surrender, the music of divine and human life interblending. Faintly we echo--like this spake the Shadow and like this the Glory. The Shadow Who art thou, O Glory, In flame from the deep, Where stars chant their story, Why trouble my sleep? I hardly had rested, My dreams wither now: Why comest thou crested And gemmed on they brow? The Glory Up, Shadow, and follow The way I will show; The blue gleaming hollow To-night we will know, And rise mid the vast to The fountain of days; From whence we had pass to The parting of ways. The Shadow I know thee, O Glory: Thine eyes and thy brow With white fire all hoary Come back to me now. Together we wandered In ages agone; Our thoughts as we pondered Were stars at the dawn. The glory has dwindled, My azure and gold: Yet you keep enkindled The Sun-fire of old. My footsteps are tied to The heath and the stone; My thoughts earth-allied-to-- Ah! leave me alone. Go back, thou of gladness, Nor wound me with pain, Nor spite me with madness, Nor come nigh again. The Glory Why tremble and weep now, Whom stars once obeyed? Come forth to the deep now And be not afraid. The Dark One is calling, I know, for his dreams Around me are falling In musical streams. A diamond is burning In depths of the Lone Thy spirit returning May claim for its throne. In flame-fringed islands Its sorrows shall cease, Absorbed in the silence And quenched in the peace. Come lay thy poor head on My breast where it glows With love ruby-red on Thy heart for its woes. My power I surrender: To thee it is due: Come forth, for the splendor Is waiting for you. --The End --November 15, 1895-March 15, 1896 Shadow and Substance