He whom I bow to only knows to whom I bow
\nWhen I attempt the ineffable Name, murmuring Thou,
\nAnd dream of Pheidian fancies and embrace in heart
\nSymbols (I Know) which cannot be the thing Thou art.
\nThus always, taken at their word, all prayers blaspheme
\nWorshiping with frail images a folk-lore dream,
\nAnd all men in their praying, self-deceived, address
\nThe coinage of their own unquiet thoughts, unless
\nThou in magnetic mercy to Thyself divert
\nOur arrows, aimed unskillfully, beyond desert;
\nAnd all men are idolaters, crying unheard
\nTo a deaf idol, if Thou take them at their word.
\nTake not, oh Lord, our literal sense. Lord, in Thy great,
\nUnbroken speech our limping metaphor translate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He whom I bow to only knows to whom I bow When I attempt the ineffable Name, murmuring Thou, And dream of Pheidian fancies and embrace in heart Symbols (I Know) which cannot be the thing Thou art. Thus always,…<\/span><\/p>\n