Ezra Pound - Plotinus lyrics

As one that would draw through the node of things, Back sweeping to the vortex of the cone, Cloistered about with memories, alone In chaos, while the waiting silence sings: Obliviate of cycles' wanderings I was an atom on creation's throne And knew all nothing my unconquered own. God! Should I be the hand upon the strings?! But I was lonely as a lonely child. I cried amid the void and heard no cry, And then for utter loneliness, made I New thoughts as crescent images of me. And with them was my essence reconciled While fear went forth from mine eternity.