—March 15, 1894
The Secret
One thing in all things have I seen:
One
thought has haunted earth and air;
Clangour and silence both have been
Its
palace chambers. Everywhere
I saw the mystic vision flow,
And
live in men, and woods, and streams,
Until I could no longer know
The
dream of life from my own dreams.
Sometimes it rose like fire in me,
Within
the depths of my own mind,
And spreading to infinity,
It
took the voices of the wind.
It scrawled the human mystery,
Dim
heraldry—on light and air;
Wavering along the starry sea,
I
saw the flying vision there.
Each fire that in God’s temple lit
Burns
fierce before the inner shrine,
Dimmed as my fire grew near to it,
And
darkened at the light of mine.
At last, at last, the meaning caught:
When
spirit wears its diadem,
It shakes its wondrous plumes of thought,
And
trails the stars along with them.
—April 15, 1894
Dust
I heard them in their sadness say,
“The
earth rebukes the thought of God:
We are but embers wrapt in clay
A
little nobler than the sod.”
But I have touched the lips of clay—
Mother,
thy rudest sod to me
Is thrilled with fire of hidden day,
And
haunted by all mystery.
—May 15, 1894
Magic —After reading the Upanishads
Out of the dusky chamber of the brain
Flows the imperial will through dream on dream;
The fires of life around it tempt and gleam;
The lights of earth behind it fade and wane.
Passed beyond beauty tempting dream on dream,
The pure will seeks the hearthold of the light;
Sounds the deep “Om,” the mystic
word of might;
Forth from the hearthold breaks the living stream.
Passed out beyond the deep heart music-filled,
The kingly Will sits on the ancient throne,
Wielding the sceptre, fearless, free, alone,
Knowing in Brahma all it dared and willed.
—June 15, 1894
Immortality
We must pass like smoke, or live within the spirits’
fire;
For
we can no more than smoke unto the flame return.
If our thought has changed to dream, or will into
desire,
As
smoke we vanish o’er the fires that burn.
Lights of infinite pity star the grey dusk of our
days;
Surely
here is soul; with it we have eternal breath;
In the fire of love we live or pass by many ways,
By
unnumbered ways of dream to death.