Audio

Even in changing worlds bereft of peace, In an air racked with sorrow and with fear And while his feet trod on a soil unsafe, He saw the image of a happier state.

In front he saw a boundary ever unreached And thought himself at each step nearer now,— A far retreating horizon of mirage.

It had no grace of error or defeat, It had no room for fault, no power to fail.

Thence comes the mystic substance of our souls Into the prodigy of our nature's birth, There is the unfallen height of all we are And dateless fount of all we hope to be.

A fragment here is caught of heaven's design; Else could we never hope for greater life And ecstasy and glory could not be.

A heaven of creative truths above, A cosmos of harmonious dreams between, A chaos of dissolving forms below, It plunges lost in our inconscient base. Out of its fall our denser Matter came.

Intruder from the formless Infinite Daring to break into the Inconscient's reign, The spirit's leap towards body touches ground.

He came into a magic crystal air And found a life that lived not by the flesh, A light that made visible immaterial things.

His call had reached the Traveller in Time. Apart in an unfathomed loneliness, He travelled in his mute and single strength Bearing the burden of the world's desire.