I dreamed my spirit broke the bars of sense,
That hold the gates of consciousness shut fast,—
Threw off the prison garb of self, and passed
Into the wonder of omniscience.
As mists that rise from ocean, and condense
In clouds, in million raindrops melt, at last,
Through brooks and rivers, join again the vast
Primeval sea—so do I read the whence
And whither of the soul.
When stream meets sea,
Is the swift river-wave forever gone?
When souls rejoin All-soul, cease they to be?
There where the All is thought, and thought is One
Within the Infinite All, eternally
The thought once bound in me lives boundless on.
