In ceaseless motion round the purple rim Day after day sped by like coloured spokes, And through a glamour of shifting hues of air The seasons drew in linked significant dance The symbol pageant of the changing year. Across the burning languor of the soil Paced Summer with his pomp of violent noons And stamped his tyranny of torrid light And the blue seal of a great burnished sky…   more »

One shall descend and break the iron Law, Change Nature's doom by the lone Spirit's power. She shall bear Wisdom in her voiceless bosom, Strength shall be with her like a conqueror's sword And from her eyes the Eternal's bliss shall gaze. A seed shall be sown in Death's tremendous hour, A branch of heaven transplant to human soil; Nature shall overleap her mortal step; Fate shall be changed by an unchanging will.   more »

I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of a divine multitude Out of the paths of the morning star they came Into the little room of mortal life. I saw them cross the twilight of an age, The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn… Into the fallen human sphere they came, Faces that wore the Immortal's glory still, Voices that communed still with the thoughts of God, Bodies made beautiful by the Spirit's light, Carrying the magic word, the mystic fire, Carrying the Dionysian cup of joy, Approaching eyes of a diviner man, Lips chanting an unknown anthem of the soul, Feet echoing in the corridors of Time… Their tread one day shall change the suffering earth And justify the light on Nature's face…   more »

Adept of the self-born unfailing line, Leave not the light to die the ages bore, Help still humanity's blind and suffering life: Obey thy spirit's wide omnipotent urge… Assent to thy high self, create, endure. Cease not from knowledge, let thy toil be vast, No more in earthly limits pen thy force; Equal thy work with long unending Time's. Traveller upon the bare eternal heights, Tread still the difficult and dateless path Joining the cycles with its austere curve Measured for man by the initiate Gods. My light shall be in thee, my strength thy force. Let not the impatient Titan drive thy heart, Ask not the imperfect fruit, the partial prize. Only one boon, to greaten thy spirit, demand; Only one joy, to raise thy kind, desire. Above blind fate and the antagonist powers Moveless there stands a high unchanging Will; To its omnipotence leave thy work's result. All things shall change in God's transfiguring hour.   more »

A world that knows not its inhabiting Self, Labours to find its cause and need to be; A spirit ignorant of the world it made, Obscured by Matter, travestied by Life, Struggles to emerge, to be free, to know and reign; These were close-tied in one disharmony… He saw a world that is from a world to be… His heart lay somewhere conscious and alone Far down below him like a lamp in night; Abandoned it lay, alone, imperishable, Immobile with excess of passionate will… In the centre of his vast and fateful trance Half way between his free and fallen selves, Interceding twixt God's day and the mortal's night, Accepting worship as its single law, Accepting bliss as the sole cause of things, Refusing the austere joy which none can share, Refusing the calm that lives for calm alone, To her it turned for whom it willed to be.   more »