192 MYSTERIES:
Into the innest being of the spirit
And stains its vital essence with a -brand
Of fire that shall not change; and shuddering I
Gaze back, spirit to spirit, with the like
Insatiable desire, that never quenched,
Nor lessened by sublime satiety,
But rather crescent, hotter with the flame
Of its own burning, that consumes it not,
Because it is the pure white flame of God.
I shudder, holding thee to me; thy gaze
Is still on me; a thousand years have passed,
And yet a thousand thousand ; years they are
As men count years, and yet we stand and gaze
With touching hands and lips immutable
As mortals stand a moment; and no more
Is any Sequence, nor Position,
Nor any Self, since Death and difference
Of all eternal things are passed away:
The universe is One: One Soul, One Spirit,
One Flame, One infinite God, One infinite Love.