Moonchild

Its Phoenix plumage to immortal ashes Whereof one fleck, a seed of spirit spun, Whirls itself onward, and creates a sun. Light interfused with Light, a sparkling spasm Of rainbow radiance, spans the cosmic chasm; Light crystallized in Life, Life coruscating In Light, their mood of magick consummating The miracle of Love, and all the awe Of Need made one with Liberty's one law; A fourfold flower of Godhead, leaf and fruit And seed and blossom of one radiant root, Resolving all the being of its bloom Into the rapture of its own perfume. Star-clustered dew each fibre of that light Wherein all being flashes to its flight! All things that live, a cohort and a choir, Laugh with the leapings of that fervid fire; Motes in that sunlight, they are drunken of The wine of their own energy of love. Nothing so small, so base, so incomplete, But here goes dancing on diviner feet; And where Light crosses Light, all loves combine Behold the God, the worshippers, the shrine, Each comprehensive of its single soul Yet each the centre and fountain of the whole; Each one made perfect in its passionate part, Each the circumference, and each the heart! Always the Three in One are interwoven, Always the One in Three sublimely cloven, Their essence to the Central Spirit hurled And so flung forth, an uncorrupted world, By That which, comprehending in one whole The universal rapture of Its soul, Abides beyond Its own illumination, Withdrawn from Its imperishable station, Upholding all, an arm whose falchion flings With every flash a new-fledged Soul of Things;