Classic Poem

The luminiferous and azurine,
Immeasurable vault of holy sky
Its living tincture softens slowly down—
Through hyacinthus and through heliotrope—
To opal's pallid and elusive charm.
Here too in twilight-hush my Lady's eyes,
Dilating gently—as a soul expands
By noble thought—diffuse the tender light
Of hallow'd human love. Descending dew—
So long desired—distil thy purest drops;
These scatter'd tresses cool, irradiate.
My nature quickens in a pool of love
Which spreads toward all mankind; great Nature drinks
The sacred, deifying soma-draught
Of dews and moonlight, then in every leaf,
In each light breath that stirs her magic sleep,
Vaticinates about us, pouring forth
Pontifical consecrations. These in turn
Enthrone my spirit, as its pulses beat
By thee, most blessed; while a virtue falls
In broad vibrations, from the trembling beams,
Diffused, of this orb'd moon aureoline.

An unimaginable splendour fills
My spirit with prophecy, and sight therein:
So in the floral future of the world
I stand translated—in that sanctity
After the pattern of a poet's mind
Created. On the summit far in soul
The four-square city of a Salem new
Stands high-erected, stands the House of God,

Most perfect Temple of Humanity.
This is the bright and everlasting day
Our Lord hath made; it is the day of Christ.

Strike, harps of angels, harps of God, the Scald;
Strike, harps of kings; strike, I O Evohe :
With choral chants proclaim the coming age!