The umber shadows wane. Vague dreams have gone;
And to Mind's holy temple you have climbed.
The sun appears—Soul's symbol—hallowed dawn;
Glad consciousness of Love, serene, untimed.
No more will you descend to Ono's plain,
Where hunger, strife, and tears hold puzzling sway;
Above all shadow shapes, suave pleasure, pain—
No more will you go down below the day.
For your new earth appears, divinely wrought,
The house you've builded from Gethsemane,
And your immortal heaven, vision fraught,
Where Mind unfolds to you Love's prophecy.
