Ask no questions fools have queried Intellect child-curiously, Vaguely, impertinent: What is Time? The Space of life? And do the Lower Animals imagine immortality? There are no chinks in Eternity's old door (Platitude) But some place high up the Wall is a window (Youth idea) Window Love which throws a gleam like dream On the Dark of Arrival. (Revelation). The lofts of Reason are up stone stairs, Idea-cobwebbed stairs. The climbers mount patiently To gaze at the artificial stars High Alter! [sic] An Alter is a bloody stone slab In Rome or Africa. Priests! There are no priests of living, Only death and damnation are votaried. Gluttons eat the flesh of Peace, Gluttons drink The wine of Christ in brothels And the flesh and the wine are disease. There was a man once Who fasted For forty days existed on prayer and water Yet he saw nothing. He was shut out And was no more spirit-exultant than a mangy lout. There was a young fellow who defied Biological knowing And yet uttered The Seven Incantations of the Ghost- Blowing In wind of wonder the Church candle-light And the High Host.
§ This is a variant of the poem in To Anna Quinn. There are minor differences in lines four and nine.
The poem is marked: ‘1930 Unpublished’.