THE HOLY PLACE. 
87 
This horror of great darkness.  I am come 
Into this darkness to attain the light : 
To gain my voice I make myself as dumb : 
That I may see I close my outer sight : 
So, I am Here.  My brows are bent in prayer ; 
I kneel already in the Gates of Dawn ; 
And I am come, albeit unaware, 
To the deep sanctuary :  my hope is drawn 
From wells profounder than the very sea. 
Yea, I am come, where least I guessed it so, 
Into the very Presence of the Three 
That Are beyond all Gods.  And now I know 
What spiritual Light is drawing me 
Up to its stooping splendour.  In my soul 
I feel the Spring, the all-devouring Dawn, 
Rush with my Rising.  There, beyond the goal, 
The Veil is rent ! 
Yes :  let the veil be drawn.