The Secret Splendour

Gnosis

The day is not the dumb earth glowing red

Nor the green waters at their shining speech

Nor the blue-white inaudible flame-tongued sky:

The great gold of the sun himself is the day!

There is the Truth whose light makes all things true—

Clay burns, sea glows, the firmament is fire

When this World-Alchemist grips them for his own.

And till we touch his hand in all bright forms

Life's core remains shut fast, we reach but the husk.

O we must thrill to his far flash everywhere,

Then learn to look his omnipotence in the face,

Feel our small eyes drowned in his dazzling deep,

Catch in our hearts the hidden heat of the whole

Sun-centred infinite-rhythmed universe....

Nothing is known ere the One is ablaze in all

And the knower cries to the gold God, "Thou am I!"

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