Oracles

62 INVOCATION That even the secret pillar in the midst May be made manifest to mortal eyes. Behold upon my right hand and my left The mighty pillars of amazing fire, And terrible cloud. Their tops in Heaven are veiled, Whereon the everlasting lamps rejoice. Their pedestals upon the Universe Are set in rolling clouds, in thunder-gusts, In vivid flame, and tempest : but to me, Balanced between them, burns the holy light Veilless, one liquid wheel of sacred fire, Whirling immutably within itself And formulating in the splendid sun Of its white moony radiance, in the light Of its immaculate eternity, Thy glorious vision ! O thou Starlight face, And crownèd diamond of my self and soul, Thou Queenly Angel of my Higher Will, Form in my spirit a more subtle fire Of God, that I may comprehend the more The sacred purity of thy divine Essence ! O Queen, O Goddess of my life, Light unbegotten, Scintillating spark Of the All-Self ! O holy, holy Spouse Of my most godlike thought, come forth ! I say, And manifest unto thy worshipper In more candescent fulgours ! Let the air Ring with the passion of my holy cry Unto the Highest. For persistent will