Magic

Out of the dusky chamber of the brain
Flows the imperial will through dream on dream:
The fires of life around it tempt and gleam;
The lights of earth behind it fade and wane.

Passed beyond beauty tempting dream on dream,
The pure will seeks the heart-hold of the light:
Sounds the deep OM, the mystic word of might:
Forth from the heart-hold breaks the living stream.

Passed out beyond the deep heart music-filled,
The kingly will sits on the ancient throne,
Wielding the sceptre, fearless, free, alone.
Knowing in Brahma all it dared and willed.