Center of all Truth

I can With honey words and flower kisses
And the dew of sweet half-truths
of old quaint love-tales foredone.

in the twilight I sit in whispers
as far-heard bells.

have I known that gay youth that is gone
As the shadow of wind.

Nay, I am ever swept upward
To the centre of all truth

So must I Rapt into this flame

"Follow! Follow!"

And in the power be reborn.
together this power must we,

Cry eternally:

"I come, And again,

"Follow,"

we may not tarry.

(Blackout of The Summons by Ezra Pound)