Isis Unveiled, and Ea, Binah, Ge.
Lady Marah of the Silent Temple
Facing toward the black mirror's depths
From which arises mists of time.
An lead bell unstruck
The bell that never tolls nor dispells.
Your bitter sea, cold upon my cheek,
I taste your depths, silent--eternal
Your eyes see all and speak nill.
Lady Morgan of the marsh
lone is your journey.
but beneath the curtains of briney cloth
Your secrets Mermen watch.