Now more and more the Epiphany within

Affirms on Nature’s soil His sovereign rights.

My mind has left its prison-camp of brain;

It pours, a luminous sea from spirit heights.

A tranquil splendour, waits my Force of Life

Couched in my heart, to do what He shall bid,

Poising wide wings like a great hippogriff

On which the gods of the empyrean ride.

My senses change into gold gates of bliss;

An ecstasy thrills through touch and sound and sight

Flooding the blind material sheath’s dull ease:

My darkness answers to His call of light.

Nature in me one day like Him shall sit

Victorious, calm, immortal, infinite.