THE LADDER 
121 
 
The quintessential Pan ?  What shore 
Stretches beyond this secret door ?   
Hail !  O thou sevenfold star of green, 
Thou fourfold glory—all this teen 
Caught up in ecstasy—a boon 
To pass me singing through the moon !   
 
Nay !  I knew not what glory shone 
Gold from the breathless bliss beyond :   
But this I know that I am gone 
To the heart of God’s great diamond !   
 
I match, &c. 
 
KETHER 
I am passed through the abyss of flame ;   
Hear ye that I am that I am !   
 
THE RETURN 
Behold !  I clothe mine awful light 
In yonder body born of night. 
Its mind be open to the higher !   
Its heart be lucid-luminous !   
The Temple of its own desire 
The Temple of the Rosy Cross !