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To Osborn Bergin
Dear Osborn, not only because you are my friend, But that you are one of those who learned An ancient speech for us, who rediscovered Myths, once the scriptures of the northern world, I bring this poem, half dream, half vision, to you. I know, incredulous scholar, you will lift Ironic eyebrows as you read the tale. But being poet yourself you will forgive Unto the poet things unpardonable Done by a scholar. Yet I would defend My telling of the tale. These myths were born Out of the spirit of man and drew their meaning From that unplumbed profundity. I think In after ages they will speak to us With deeper voices and meanings. In one age Men turn to the world about them and forget Their old descent from heaven. In another They storm the heavens with supplication. Some Have found the glittering gates to open. I Beat many times upon the gates, but was not Like those who kept them mightily apart Until they entered. Yet from fleeting voices And visionary lights a meaning came That made my myth contemporary. And those Who read may find titans and king within Themselves. And, if they ponder further, they may, Not in my story, but on the shining heights Of their own spirit, hear those lordlier voices, The ageless shepherds of the starry flocks, They whose majestic meditation is The music of being; unto those who hear it Sweeter than bells upon a darkening plain When the dim fleeces move unto the fold.
