Volume II Part 42 (1/2)
Oh beautiful Yillah! Thy step so free!-- Fast fly the sea-ripples, Revealing their dimples, When forth, thou hi'st to the frolicsoh, When upward she looks: All the trees chat In their woody nooks: All the brooks sing; All the caves ring; All the buds blossohs bound; All the birds carol; And leaves turn round, Where Yillah looks!
Light wells fro many toward her to run!
Vines to cli; And youths their love by hundreds bring!
”Proceed, gentle Yoo,” said Mohi
”The sequel,” said Media
”My lord, I have ceased in the middle; the end is not yet”
”Mysticis ultimate co? nothing that strikes down into the soul's depths; till, intent upon itself, it pierces in upon its own essence, and is resolved into its pervading original; beco deific; whereby we mortals becohts; and we privy to all things occult, ineffable, and subli worth Alla Mollolla saith, 'That is no true, vital breath, which leaves no moisture behind' I nated by the arcane mysteries; that thou dost not sufficiently ponder on the Adyta, the Monads, and the Hyparxes; the Dianoias, the Unical Hypostases, the Gnostic powers of the Psychical Essence, and the Super of the Abstract Noumenons”
”Oro forbid!” cried Yoohts ain?”
”My brain is battered,” said Media ”Azzageddi! you hed Babbalanja, turning; ”how little they ween of the Rudimental Quincunxes, and the Hecatic Spherula!”
CHAPTER LXVII They Visit One Doxodox
Nextover the waves; its ht!
While delighted, all our paddlers gazed, Media, observing Babbalanja plunged in reveries, called upon hiht so absorb him
”Ah, my lord! what seraphic sounds have ye driven froht heard but yondersurf; what other sound heard you?”
”The thrilling of my soul's monochord, my lord But prick not your ears to hear it; that divine harmony is overheard by the rapt spirit alone; it coeddi! No more of that Look yonder!”
”A e Doxodox, surnas of his owls,” said Mohi
”My lord, you must have read of him He is said to have penetrated from the zoned, to the unzoned principles Shall we seek him out, that we s, after which we pant”
The lagoon was calm, as we landed; not a breath stirred the plumes of the trees; and as we entered the voiceless shades, lifting his hand, Babbalanja whispered:--”This silence is a fit introduction to the portals of Telestic lore Somewhere, beneath this moss, lurks the mystic stone Mnizuris; whereby Doxodox hath attained unto a knowledge of the ungenerated essences Nightly, he bathes his soul in archangelical circumlucencies Oh, Doxodox! whip es!”
”Down, Azzageddi! down!” cried Media ”Behold: there sits the Wise One; now, for true wisdoe reen bank, beneath the shade of a red hs of which,divers figures in the air, with a jet-black wand
Advancing with much deference and humility, Babbalanja saluted him