From the lesser gods to their masters, Time and Eternity,
I turned--to crave the single boon that they could give to me.
“I am the Pilgrim of Passion who ever must choose and grieve
Between the earth-born daughters of Lilith and of Eve.
For I have lost my way twixt Heaven and Hell and Earth,
Give me oblivion,” I said, “or grant me another birth!
Grant me another encasement where the flesh shall be the soul,
Where good shall be as evil and pole as anti-pole.
Let Lilith and her sister, both back into night be thrust,
Fashion Woman anew out of their astral dust.
Dreams of impossible joy and impossible loveliness meet
_When beautiful Helen of Troy shall be one with the blonde Marguerite_.”