I see the site of the old empire of Assyria, and that of Persia, and

that of India,

I see the falling of the Ganges over the high rim of Saukara.

I see the place of the idea of the Deity incarnated by avatars in

human forms,

I see the spots of the successions of priests on the earth, oracles,

sacrificers, brahmins, sabians, llamas, monks, muftis, exhorters,

I see where druids walk'd the groves of Mona, I see the mistletoe

and vervain,

I see the temples of the deaths of the bodies of Gods, I see the old

signifiers.

I see Christ eating the bread of his last supper in the midst of

youths and old persons,

I see where the strong divine young man the Hercules toil'd

faithfully and long and then died,

I see the place of the innocent rich life and hapless fate of the

beautiful nocturnal son, the full-limb'd Bacchus,

I see Kneph, blooming, drest in blue, with the crown of feathers on

his head,

I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-belov'd, saying to the people

Do not weep for me,

This is not my true country, I have lived banish'd from my true

country, I now go back there,

I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn.