Calcutta nr. 143
Since eternity itself was, he created me
From the first he dictated to me the study of love
At that time a small filing of me may become transmuted
A key of the treasury he may make efficacious
The Vine had struck a fibre: which about
If clings my Being--let the Dervish flout;
Of my Base metal may be filed a Key
That shall unlock the Door he howls without.
Since Eternity itself was He created me,
From the first he dictated to me the lesson of love,
At that time a small filing of the dust of my heart.
He made into a key of the treasure-house of substance.
When Venus ruled the Heavens my lot was cast,
And from the first the part I played set fast;
Yet shall the shattered remnants of my heart
Prove key to wisdom's treasure-house at last.
When Fore-eternal Love my being first created,
Even from the first to me Love's lesson it dictated;
Ay, and of this my heart's scrap-metal base the key
Unto the treasuries of Vision It created.