The Mystic

I have ridden the wind, I have ridden the sea, I have ridden the moon and stars. I have set my feet in the stirrup seat Of a comet coursing Mars. And everywhere Thro’ the earth and air My thought speeds, lightning-shod, It comes to a place where checking pace It cries, “Beyond lies God!” I have ridden the wind, I have ridden the night, I have ridden the ghosts that flee From the vaults of death like a chilling breath Over eternity. And everywhere Is the world laid bare⁠— Ether and star and clod⁠— Until I wind to its brink and find But the cry, “Beyond lies God!” I have ridden the wind, I have ridden the stars, I have ridden the force that flies With far intent thro’ the firmament And each to each allies. And everywhere That a thought may dare To gallop, mine has trod⁠— Only to stand at last on the strand Where just beyond lies God.