I have gone out and seen the lands of Sinai
and have found sorrow and peace and beauty there,
And have not known one from the other,
but found each Lovely and gracious alike, delicate and fair.
"They are children of one mother,
she that is called Longing, Desire, Love,"
one told me: and another, "Her secret name is Wisdom":
and another, "They are not three but one":
And another, "Touch them not, seek them not,
they are wind and flam,"
I have come back from the hidden,
silent lands of Sinai and have forgotten the music of it's
ancient streams: And now flame and wind and the long,
Grey, wandering wave and beauty and peace
and sorrow are dreams within dreams
