Initiation at Midnight Night's noon! Does mystery reveal a rent When the peak hour of sable loneliness Strikes on the tranquil space of the unseen? A bolt of superhuman secrecy Drops in my brain as if a veil were torn By that intensest point of Vigilling gloom! Has some dense word of power shot suddenly down Out of rapt overarching widenesses?— Word like a strange shut eye that views all things By brooding on some inward glow of truth, So dark and day of mortal sight are one To this omniscience that transcends our time— Word travelling through my body to the ground— Message of the high immense to the dumb de

Triumph is All I build Thee not on golden dreams Nor on the wide world's winsomeness: Deeper than all I set my love— A faith that is foundationless! Not only where Thy silver steps Twinkle a night of nenuphars, But everywhere I see Thy heaven: I love the night between the stars. O mine the smiling power to feel A secret sun with blinded eyes, And through a dreaming worship bear As benediction wintry skies. For ever in my heart I hear A time-beat of eternal bliss. White Omnipresence! where is fear? The mouth of hell can be Thy kiss. The whole world is my resting-place: Thy beauty is my mother

Height and Depth The Archangels burn before the Perfect Face— Lighting all deeds from the Omnipotent's gaze. With heads upon His breast the Seraphim Tune their whole lives to the heavenly heart of Him. The cherubs laugh within His lap and play On faultless harps their rhythms of night and day. What shall we mortals do? O ours to meet With worshipping brow the flowers of His feet! Keen are the raptures of the sky-born host, Raptures with not one glorioled reverie lost. We that have known the abyss of blinded birth, How can we share those vastitudes of mirth? Yet, through the passion of frail feet which stray, A p

I Bring a Song. . . Fingers of light fall on my vague heart-strings. They wake a tremble that glimmers and is gone. A little secrecy shines out in each tune, But in that shining moment is no end Of the power that falls and the passion that flies up. A small bird with seven colours on its throat Lifts on wide wings that are invisible With quivers of a rapture infra-red Rhyming to a wisdom ultra-violet. Those black fires merging in a mystic sky Bear in their beat a burthen of measureless bliss: Sounds that are wonder-vast with things undreamed Call to the ear from far beyond the eye. A music whose meanings never can be see

Europe Takes a Look A rove all time he towers . . . Voronoff Will ask: "How can the Omnipotent have no lust, When lust is the sole sign of potency?" Herr Freud will find the eternity in his eyes Haunted by memories of his mother's womb— And the oneness with the Ancient of Days An outrage dreamed upon his grandmother! Then Doctor Bates will say, "He blinks so well— Perfectly simple why he sees all truth!" And face-cream makers want his recipe Of the skin growing fairer with Light's touch. When rhythms like singing flames break from his mouth Even though his beard is chilled with age's snow, The Faculty of Science wonders

Saviour-Guide So many ways I had gone, Called by the hues Of a myriad thronging dreams That never could fuse. You showed the one white path; Treading its calm, all else I saw as a leap of sand Away from the magic wells That seem so faint and far Through the wandering haze Which now at last I know As the outward human gaze. Gone is the straining look; Blissfully blind With love of the Secret Crescent Whose vanishing point is the mind, I walk a pearly roadstead Beyond all drossy days— A curve to heaven drawn by That Silver Smile of Your face. Deep and more deep within, I am gui

The Two Languages O body, modern tongue swayed by thought's flicker, How shall you be the outbreak of God's fire Whose tones are an ancient mystery beyond thought, A luminous Sanskrit of the secret soul Breathing a windless vastitudes within— Singer and seer of the omnipresent dream Lost by the fickle light of the arguer mind ? To your many-mooded mutability Dead is the language of the timeless One, Which through wide harmonies of goldenness Steadily thrills with yet a single cry Echoing ecstatically everywhere! Can ever your fluctuant form facilely leaning To a hundred different lures and loves translate The so

The Great Face O we must plunge to the Great Face behind The myriad vanity of our mortal look. Not in that house of mirrors, the small mind, Dwells the Great Face. Never this glory took Pleasure of glory. The golden eyes are blind To their immortal preciousness: they find Paradise through the deep discovery Of their sweet self-forgetfulnesses by The aching gaze of man which suddenly Recalling them forgets for ever all ache! Here lives a light that knows life's secret source— Omniscience with no single shadow-break— Yet here too is the thoughtless rain that pours In crystal quavers deaf to their rich tone, The hill dawn-

Mystic Marriage Two are the mystic makers of earth's life. Their passion is for ever and their joy Is the breaking forth of the hidden truth of time. But while the ages sing out of their lips The eyes are lost beyond both life and love: Like hierophants feeding a temple fire With silent sweetnesses of sandalwood, They offer the two rapturous bodies and breaths To a single sun of omnipresent mind That knows all by sheer sense of its own gold. This glory keeps the lovers statue-pure; An absolute hush in an eternal poise Contains the keen creative ecstasy— No hunger runs from face to shining face, No lust quivers in the heart

Beyond Both Grief and- Joy Joy is the homing luminous, Grief is the brightness flown from us, Eluding mortal limbs that tire— Both are a single song of fire Whose everlasting harmonies We lose because the strokes of time, Waking for transient things desire, Have split the one creative chime. In God we keep poised fulgencies By travelling with each flame that flies And, through a Self of boundless skies, Conquer the distance that is pain, So winning a more golden gain Than pleasure flickeringly caught Between small hands by feeble thought. In God both pain and pleasure rhyme— A single seizure of sublim