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This knowledge first he had of time-born men. Admitted through a curtain of bright mind That hangs between our thoughts and absolute sight, He found the occult cave, the mystic door Near to the well of vision in the soul, And entered where the Wings of Glory brood In the silent space where all is for ever known. Indifferent to doubt and to belief, Avid of the naked real's single shock He shore the cord of mind that ties the earth-heart And cast away the yoke of Matter's law. The body's rules bound not the spirit's powers: When life had stopped its beats, death broke not in; He dared to live when breath and thought were still. Thus could he step into that magic place Which few can even glimpse with hurried glance Lifted for a moment from mind's laboured works And the poverty of Nature's earthly sight. All that the Gods have learned is there self-known. There in a hidden chamber closed and mute Are kept the record graphs of the cosmic scribe, And there the tables of the sacred Law, There is the Book of Being's index page; The text and glossary of the Vedic truth Are there; the rhythms and metres of the stars Significant of the movements of our fate: The symbol powers of number and of form, And the secret code of the history of the world And Nature's correspondence with the soul Are written in the mystic heart of Life. 
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