Of glory none know the meaning on,
I am he that paints the rainbow of the sunset
And the end of all dreams,
Wherefor would ye know?
Honor the glow
Of the colors             care not wherefore      they gleam
All things but seem.
Out from Caerleon
Into the world unknown,
Young knights be riding.
Know they love sorrow,
Death comes tomorrow.
Priest of the old Gods I,
Priest of the Gods that die,
Swinburne.
In another of his earlier poems, Pound addresses Swinburne as ‘pontifex,’ a Latin word for ‘high-priest.’ Swinburne’s poetry is at times very mystical, so that he would seem to be as one of the ancient, occult hymnists.