THE INNER SOVEREIGN
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.
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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.
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Der Anspruch ihn auszudrücken, schärft auch den Eindruck.