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.