O Isis

Black in majesty, from beyond the veil,
The old bird, tumbling through the sky,
Did say to me,
"There are things which cannot be taught, nor seen;
Take the stars,
Which are much less than a wrinkled curtain
When night is not the answer, nor sunrise;
For our birth was determined
By the blackness whose face is the moon,
And which is bound to us in the higher sky
That men's eyes cannot see."