Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate rose,
and on the Throne of Saturn sate;
And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road;
But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

There was the Door to which I found no Key; 
There was the Veil through which I might not see: 
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee 
There was–and then no more of Thee and Me. 

Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn 
In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn; 
Nor rolling Heaven, with all his Signs reveal’d 
And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn. 

Then of the Thee in Me works behind 
The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find 
A Lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard,
As from Without–“The Me Within Thee Blind!“