Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: PART II. Let us succumb to a soft blue wave of music: Endure its pressure, let it explore our souls, Inquisitive, cold, and strange. We will pay no heed to a plaintive bell that tolls Far over our heads, in sunlight… forever restless But yield our depths to the silent flow of change. Here all is dark, all leans upon the stream. Here we may flow from opiate sound to sound, Embodied in music. Here we may live our dream. Here is no striving, no choosing. We do not know Whither we drift, but shut our eyes and go. I have surrendered my heart to chords of sound, Sweet successions of falling sound; A star is snared in sinister boughs of twilight Against a pale green sky. I have surrendered my soul to a pleading music; I drink a poison of melody and I die. Here are hands I reached from the dust to touch, Eyes I loved in the darkness and left behind. Here, unforgotten mouths I never kissed. I tried with hands to brush aside a mist … Come, let us flow with the music, and seek, and find. Once I loved; and once I died; and once I murdered my lover, my lover who had betrayed me. Once I stepped from the threshold, and saw my body Huddled in purple snow. Once I escaped my flesh and rose on starlight. The theme returns … We bow our hearts and go. One night, I swam with pilgrims by the moon, Swam by moonlight in a wide blue river; ‘ r ’ And we walk, as we have walked a thousand times, Past trees and curbs and gutters, Mark how the arc-lamp dims and starts and sputters, Muse bewitching scandals, ponder crimes, Laugh with a friend, concealing what we think, Or sit, to chat and drink. Someone has been to have his fortune told? With Tarot cards. The pentacles and wands Tell him he hates the women, and is cold. He laughs, we laugh,?we…