XXXI

Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate

I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,

And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road;

But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

XXXII

There was the Door to which I found no Key;

There was the Veil through which I might not see:

Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE

There was — and then no more of THEE and ME.

XXXIII

Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn

In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn;

Nor rolling Heaven, with all his Signs reveal’d

And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn.

XXXIV

Then of the THEE IN ME who works behind

The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find

A Lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard,

As from Without — “THE ME WITHIN THEE BLIND!”